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?

Reincarnate,
they live
as long as us.

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

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