It was dark and misty near the bridge
As I walked away from the craggy ridge
My car had broken down two kilometres back
The sign said one k to the town on the track
Out of the mist I saw a sulky without a driver walking
I could see it was not of this world and was haunting
This section of this old road in the misty dark
As the sulky left in the swirl without leaving a mark.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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