The bus drives by with STONEHENGE emblazoned across it
No doubt some poor excuse for an exhibit
Put on by the enemy
Sorry I mean the Royal BC museum
Synonyms really
But at once I was on that hill again
The wind sweeping over it and the rolling hills all around
The sky was clouded over
Much as it is while I’m writing this
But our grey
This was more
Brown?
The clouds were dirty looking
Like mud already in the sky
Those stones stood
Wondering
Wondering
Coming to know we will never know
We do not think like they did
The world like it is
Will I ever stand in that spot again
Do my ancestors lead me there
That dream I had
The panic I brought back with me
Sitting up in the middle of the night with my pendant
Willing away whatever it was
Man
Time is wild
I could swear I was just there
Just exhausted by the day’s bus ride
And it was only a stop
Stonehenge
I wish I could sit among you and hear stories of peoples long gone
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