not buried in these rusted stones
or the muffled clang
of the bottom school bell
not amongst the conker trees
the mist in the grove,
or the burning stubble on Thrapston Rd
not the sights and sounds of carnival
nor the vinegar on fish and chips
new shoe leather or paraffin
not written in the names of pets long-gone
or familiar names,
on High St shops
my lost Camino lies right here
hidden in plain sight beneath my feet
camouflaged in the faces
of weathered friends
local words and memories
in humour, ribbing
and remember whens
this way I’ve sought
has been waiting here
has never wavered, is loyal, proud
and so, we walk and talk
and walk some more
spending whatever time remains
just glad that in life’s labyrinth
we all of us
found ‘our way’ back here
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© Graham R Sherwood 04/2022
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