Month: August 2022

not yet my time river ghat reflection

forest breeze nudging us ahead into the future

past’s gift conjured from ancestral fires

summer butterflies dance past cars at red light

disappearing into thin air mozzie magic

somewhere within concrete the cries of a crow

dusk tide night returns to shore

a whisper to invoke the grey

high street pigeon pretending to be a gargoyle

concrete in the rain dead coral