Sunday, April 28, 2019

Stuart Rawlinson #99 - When faced with the morning

when faced with the morning
and it’s amber light
water droplets hang invisible 
in the air, the clouds’ 
last retreat: a vestige of warmth from a night 
cancelled and overwritten
words get caught; thoughts viscous, half-numb
the train will come soon
automatic doors swoosh-ready and right
the reverse flight
divert all calls, cancel my appointments
hasten the night

1 comment:

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.