‘Passing.’

 

As I felt…….

The harbour pleads empty 
As above the unbalanced alphabet 
Of white gulls spells distance.

I feel lost.

From the heart 
The scarlet gush of held words
Speaks slowly of deliverance 
Through the sleeve 
Into the mouth.
The summons of words 
Has me guessing…….

 

 

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Malcolm Paul
Picture Nick Victor

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