Poems in 140 characters or less...
....
she looks around at the mums
sees the unfilled chair
no one comes
.....
coffee coloured rounded silence
- and rainclouds pass -
as you await the clatter of satchels
demanding food
....
it's the first thing that goes
even if the desire lingers
to see to hear
too late
....
peace:)
The Blue Book
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