A Momentary Distraction

While quietly reading

Maxwell’s Pluto

I noticed the ground

looked damp

A momentary distraction

Then, obviously…wet

It left

A Turner sky

To be admired

Though the rain

Now gone

The train moves

On and on

Deep into the Flatlands

Another week slips

Into history

A slice of life


If not yet digested

By Sunday consigned

To memory

Weeks follow weeks

Like sheep follow sheep

This Friday evening train

Especially in summertime

A turner sky


Time to daydream

Thatcher Doran


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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