Wednesday 8 February 2017

park bench

the moody twilight sky
streaks of grey and swirls of wonder
venus
the crescent moon reflected in a puddle
cold air,
              everythings      a muddle
vague shadows,                
           weeds and rubble
absent thoughts
I settle,  on that bench
watching, breathing
waiting
believing
                         that   by      leaving
footprints in mud
     a trail would be left behind
                              thud///
                                                       rewind time
where did the years go?
shit, where did the years go?