ffffllutterrrrr
plluuusshhhhh TONK
One fades out; the other lands before me.
Small steps – so many;
long strides – so few.
The passing by of generations.
Ferry me
upriver,
Matilda of Bristol.
What kept
these few green leaves
‘mongst winter’s branches?
[“Whimper.”]
Police digitally dredge the harbour.
Ominous of tragedy…
“Fiff
tee
siiiiiiiix?!”
Image credit – flickr
william altoft 