Ink Not Spilled

An excerpt from the follow-up/-on to The Floating Harbour.

And what of all
these moments, now they’re passed;
now that they’re done?

Ink not spilled
is ink
that never was.

And yet… what of
those moments w’thin their
scenes, so surely gone?

they live
as long as us.

A flower opens.
Carried to the next life –
its poetry.

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