York, here great tracks cross

Roman meets Viking meets you

History marks the path

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Awaiting connection

Selby, a nowhere platform

Where no one alights

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North bank, flood plain dry

Gravel washed with detritus

Yet still, the heron

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Empty field, lone byre

Nought moves in the hinterlands

Except crows who caw

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Four white towers still stand

Monument to the future

More broken promises

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Dirt on the window

Becomes part of the landscape

Transforming the view

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Arriving late, Hull

Real reverse Whitsun Weddings

Larkin is leaving