She is still there
the woman in the forest
sometimes there are children
the sun is still shining
and it is always that time
where Spring tilts into Summer
a time of new leaves
there is a cool breeze
there are trout in the river
and somewhere safe
a small and perfect cabin
it is a good dream
worth having
but it is leaving him now
because he is concentrating
on the old woman
with shopping bags
who zig zags down the street
moving pretty fast
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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