A tiny patch of shining behind the net
With a Jackson spatter of rain on the glass
I can see the bud of honeysuckle and
Wish that I could smell it.
This morning there were sheep.
I was shocked
Just stood there
waiting.
They ran and
I never moved.
Really enjoyed the rhythm to the revelation of images in this one - and the sheepy surprise!
ReplyDeleteChris Benjamin - I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's how it should be!
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