~Sheet Billow
Being
carried away
on a soft relentless wind
Standing in my memory
lost in the sheet billow
of old clothes lines
and distant sounds
come up from the creek
Facing the insistence of tomorrow
time chasing the inescapable
I bow
I bend
I seed once more
listening to the rub of cricket
lost in an unfamiliar melody
Copywrite Jeanne René
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