Swallows, House Martins,
making nests under the eaves;
you glance, too busy.
Alone on a bench,
things in mind, as yet - unsaid;
weeds find cracks to grow.
Flowers, by the path;
blue - so overgrown. Today
we go no further.
Dried stalks of grass stand
in an old ink jar, writing
yesterday's words.
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
Swallows, House Martins,
making nests under the eaves;
you glance, too busy.
Alone on a bench,
things in mind, as yet - unsaid;
weeds find cracks to grow.
Flowers, by the path;
blue - so overgrown. Today
we go no further.
Dried stalks of grass stand
in an old ink jar, writing
yesterday's words.
