Weary and hot just after dawn
aboard a train in Rajasthan.
half asleep, I raised the blind
and saw a village judder past
with barely more than twenty huts
scattered over empty sand.
A scrawny dog ran
towards the blank horizon,
purposeful as Larkin's bowler.
What thoughts,silent and faint
flickered through its simple mind?
Who saw that it arrived?
Peter Keeble
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