and did we scuttle
like some scarab beetle
down naked streets.
the light pulsing ...
a baby asleep
becotted and calm,
as the mother dreams
beneath the drone of a disconnected TV programme
swimming amongst families
dodging in and out of the lanes
as crystal cutting waters
depart
my day
No comments:
Post a Comment
Please do add your comments here. It's always great to hear from readers!