On the other side of the blinds
is a blackness thick
like the tyres of a tractor.
It’s still, nothing to do
but think about when
it could move with the ease
of determined wind. We’re still.
© Carl Burkitt 2022
Carl tells tales
On the other side of the blinds
is a blackness thick
like the tyres of a tractor.
It’s still, nothing to do
but think about when
it could move with the ease
of determined wind. We’re still.
© Carl Burkitt 2022
Carl tells tales 