Like Leaves Left To Rot

train journey
to the city
wishing almost….
the sun will not renege
desert us
while we sleep
recurring fragments
thoughts of 1968
a page of archive
written with invisible ink
across a blue belated sky
i hold my breath
just in case
and concentrate
the blue book of
no pagenation
just slices of thought
half forgotten
years compressed
like leaves left to rot
a subtle forward motion
humming in the background

By Paolo Michell

About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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