The train stations of middle England
with their ‘Parkway’ epithets,
fried breakfasts and untidy homeliness.
A couple of buzzards, farmland.
Almost nothing to see.
I notice a certain harmony
for the first time on an old song.
Something I must have been missing
for years – as if it had never been.
I wonder what it would feel like
to talk to you once more about that small noise –
that near inaudible voice.
from 'Country Music' (Offord Road Books, 2020), © Will Burns 2020, used by permission of the author.