save
for the red tail light of a vehicle
an
unmeasurable distance in front
the
rain has washed all colour from his world
he
had to run to the car in the downpour
his
hair is now the tincture of the spray
and
his shirt a flood damaged watercolour
sky
and motorway merged some time ago
this
journey will not end
he
navigates eternity
I took the idea from something my wife said as we drove in the rain. I am not sure it is complete
And here is the poem.
surprise
my
analogue watch
much
repaired
made
in russia
by
chance
this
once
mirrors
the digital time projected on to the wall
it
will not last
gears
and entropy
will
for it and for me
It probably fits into the sequence I have been writing for the past couple of years about returning to my old university.
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