Train ride fly by of graveside significations,
Grief contains you Son, Brother and Grandad,
Spelled out in faded blooms,
Alone now, they wilt in holes of tired oasis and copper, while you journey on.
JJ 16.1.17
day eighteen
February 18, 2017
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love how this captures history in a flash of here and now, clever writing, thanks JJ, X
Such profound sentiment in so few words. Marvellous.
First line is packed,