Tuesday, 15 July 2014

Negotiations With Wet Leaves

Steam from the kettle spout.
A lash of rain. Lamp light
glowing in a cave of glass.

The roads are changing.
You can't travel on autopilot, anymore.
Silent negotiations punctuated with wet leaves.

4 comments:

  1. Always the heartbeat of a message heard through the body of your writing, loud and clear.....still and quiet.

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    1. Thank you, Susan. Hope all is well with you.

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