And it was not until my homeward train was on its way,
our meeting receding into a past of its own, that the clouds parted
and what I had taken for a flying cliché
showed itself as a bird of a quite different feather.
So now I know what that silent witness, the smart chair, reveals,
standing alone in the centre of the room with a warm seat.
Mike, a vg read. I might cut some of the ands and other connectors, but
that is mostly taste.
Thanks.
Gary
Feb CE Chaffin, Celebrations and Blessings at:
http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html --- Writer's Hood at
http://www.writershood.com/... Poets for Peace.... ¡Poemas sí, balas no!
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