Saturday, September 7, 2019

Stuart Rawlinson #103 - This disappearing

              this disappearing

through slim grates
grimly curtails 
the remains of salmon 
skin imbalanced 
scales caught 
in ghost gaps

outside the long 
overdue afternoon 
fills the hole
a pensive wait
I clutch the reins
of the waning day
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  1. Rob SchackneSeptember 8, 2019 at 12:23 AM

    This reappearing…is long overdue. A fine poem. Welcome back, Stu!

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