INSIDIOUS - a poem
Insidious
I was walking along a couple of roads,
one turned to the sea, the wave, the water, the tide ...
one sloped to the mountain, the scree, the rock, the peak ...
I followed a breath like a hunter.
There were distractions,
high like eagles,
busy like bees,
imaginations
like sugar,
addictions,
paradise,
a sweet-shop shining
scent of fish
nectar,
pollen,
ice.
I was walking a...
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Jul 16, 2018