Blazing Grey
Banked up buildings of soaking sand
Crumble in warm shallow pools of crushed ideas
A mere step away from the edge of the cliff
As a cormorant circles concerned of nothing in heights
A sight for the red veins bulging in tears
Fears rising; and a lonely tale.
Set sail for the waves below
A slow decision flashing in frozen cheek dismay
Stay a little, begins to win
After all the spray is exhilarating and the outburst a relief
Golden spinning webs cover the grass,
Ask for no more confirmation that the break in time has given
Living for shapes and sizes
Emotion arises from stale and muddy waters
To survive a disaster
Last a little longer
On time for a given question
The next one trembling on parched lips
Is spoken
March 29th 2017
Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright
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