Travels With A Flex-Grip Pen

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

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