by Trish Bennett
(Thank you William Wordsworth)
I saw you today,
dust coated,
slightly bowed,
among a crowd of golden friends.
We were rooted in a sea of shells,
mine metal,
yours, kerb.
All of us
trapped in fumes.
The drear tried to drag me under,
until the light of your wave
caught me.
Photography credit: “The Flower Expert”