1
Wistfulness.
Writing a poem in autumn.
Catching the falling leaves
Before they touch the ground.
2
Sparrows in Flight.
The shadows of birds darting passed my window;
Never again in this exact formation;
Never again at precisely 10.
3
Transitions.
She studies her face in the water.
A stone falls - SPLASH.
When the ripples are gone
Who will be watching.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
October 30th. 2019.
November 11th. 2019.
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