Addressing the fog

I left, a white indifferent sky.
A simple place, if you want
to stand by the road, and wait.
Did you see me, as I passed you by?
A Manchester peat- bog of memory.
On his way to find Buddha.
And leaving behind, a magpie
hectoring from its nest.
And that white indifferent sky.

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