Wednesday 20 November 2013

The Flotsam and The Jetsam - And Those Cursed Reflections.




Dark.

Full river.

Water laps onto path, elsewhere rushes

Impatiently towards winter.

Wind blows

Insistent.

Ripples.

Waves.

Fallen leaves clumped together, damp.

No one sits on the bank tonight.

The homeless have not ventured out to sleep under the bridge.

There is just the lonely runner

Wondering at the night time reflections.

flotsam and jetsam explained here

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