Saturday, 12 July 2014

A Summer Evening



Streets try and catch me out.

A summer evening where the only thing you can be sure of
is the unexpected.
Even the moon can’t stay still.

The gypsy caravan turns
shadowy, on the hill.

A piece of daylight forgets to come down from the night
sky

strings on violins
the sky slowly changing by degrees.

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