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”





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