Wednesday 20 November 2019

morning 

‪the ink on the trees is dry‬
‪on the blotter of the sky ‬
‪Colin the dog walks past‬
‪one ear black one ear white‬
‪one for day and one for night‬
‪one ear up and one ear down‬
‪morning can be such a clown‬

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