Wand’ring With My Ink-Blue Thoughts

Hill

Lead lagging,
a gallop-bound below;
cranes perched to pierce the skyline.
ののはなはむらさきです,
their purple petals pollinated.

In train-sound waves
the birdsong lingers…

Café

Sun o’er café canvas –
glancing glide; a cascade’s grace –
whilst whittling th’air
with sweep-storm waves:
chirp-chatter, cheerful.

Breeze – cool the sweat-soaked tees!
The mind remakes the refused chatter…

Bus

The breeze of movement:
dying.
The heat’s held on our lips.
The Roman road to Gloucester
goes on, arch-led.

Eyes only, brow-accomp’nied.
In staggered solitude, we travel…

 

Image credit – Japan Online Media Center

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