No set date…
a ray escapes
from the half-open curtain
without asking permission
a drop on the window
is not a tear or a lament
it is the world that beats
wind on the clothesline
clothes dance alone
remember there was a body
the plant wakes up
from an almost endless sleep
because someone arrived
a touch vibrated
it was just spam – but you smile –
someone remembered, didn’t they?









Beautifully penned, PAR. Into the book it belongs! You bring fire every time you write my friend. Always enjoy reading your work. I put up our SpotLight interview, just letting you know. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, my dear Damian.
Aww, someone remembered, didn’t they? I love this.
Thank you, my dear Fia.