Plumes of dust
in the distance concealing
but then revealing
a slim looking plucky chap
pushing a home made contraption
Four wheels
on a mini chassis,
class act.
Perpignan beckoned
I reckon
fifty miles
but I was all smiles
A Welshman by heck!
Trekking the highways
byways and trade routes
Admiring his style,
pots and pans,
while on the verge
we talked places
traded names tales and faces
Swapped coffee
for tea bags,
smoked fags for a while
A pivotal point
believing in levers
Giving me reason to believe
I imagine him still there
Pushing that cart without a care,
distance no object,
respect and love flowing
no debts
to dejected travellers owed
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