take photographs of the fallen shadows
pick away at the frayed hems
of the poet’s daydream denim jeans
The evening primrose comes to collect me
her verse is voiceless as she opens
yet she breathes the air the concert gave us
She breathes the life we so shortly seeI wait for the sunset
on a patch of solitary ground
take stock of the distance to be found
in the poet’s hem picked denim jeans
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here