A Poem
Before sunrise you'll see your breath riding the air.
The Andromeda nebula and yours.
Rivers forever returning under skies forever restless.
Frame the photograph you snap; give it pride of place.
"Long ago, in Utopian times!" You'll say before the end.
keith jeffries
Thu 3rd Oct 2019 13:17
Adam,
a clever poem but horribly true.
Thanks
Keith