Tantalising

vagueness

finds its thought

in the smell of the waves lapping onto

the shore of my awareness,

in the touch of a rattling through the routine

of my thinking;

hearing the the laughter of screeching tyres:

my plans coming to a halt,

seeing everything, being

distracted by all

feeling the waves breaking

and carrying me to the shore

or not.

 

 

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~ by Barbara S on July 5, 2015.

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