23:53
The posture of driftwood
tears through the water
at a respectable speed
but always head down,
body stiff,
blind to everything around,
dead to any possibility
of change.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
23:53
The posture of driftwood
tears through the water
at a respectable speed
but always head down,
body stiff,
blind to everything around,
dead to any possibility
of change.