1.
Thinking of You.
Thinking of you.
So sorry.
Just cannot sleep.
Thinking of you
Restless.
Dead leaf. Red bird.
Thinking of you
Sleep walking
Still cannot find you.
Thinking of you.
Heart aching.
Bleak wind. Wet summer.
Thinking of you
By the lake side
Not knowing why.
Thinking of you
Restless.
So sorry.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
October 29th. - 30th. 2017.
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2
Crows.
I listen to the cawing of the crows.
The calendar contracts,
The leaves are falling,
November is tomorrow.
I listen to the cawing of the crows.
Time to dim the lights,
Park the car,
Lock all the doors;
At this time of the year I run on empty.
I listen to the cawing of the crows.
They cling like rags
To leafless branches,
Seeing further than I see;
Sounding warnings.
I listen to the cawing of the crows.
My world shrinks to one room.
I close the window.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
October 31st. - November 3rd. 2017.
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