god in a windmill

I'd love

to find God

in a working old windmill,

or on a moorland walk

in Winterland

undeterred by the cold

plus wind chill.




Or larking

in my local rec'

/ park

behind the dark side

of the slide,

whilst childishly pretending

that he's still invisible

- & then it would be my turn

to hide

...

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