In a Pub on the Border

Gazing out the window beyond my pint
at the dull landscape
this pub is just a speck upon.

Lancashire awaits me over the hill
Not quite Mexico or
a promise of freedom.

I can see the valley I just drove up from,
down to the the scene of my misdeeds.
There is no escaping them.

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