Rewind that decade! Side by side we almost flew, chasing time and scents. Labrador sleeked through meadow, coat a-shimmer. A mirror.
Upon reflection, side by side our hearts still fly, with time the hounder. We compete for silver now, not of riches but of hair.
Shadows, lines, no lies, her age acknowledged full well; she is where she is. What of the child within: that spark of rebellion?
Snail in lockdown surveys its altered kingdom ~less consumables~ Where have those posh flowers gone? Are the gardeners on strike?
Ever in motion,
faceless, they come and they go,
clutching their mobiles,
the port a grey entity
where dreams begin and dreams end.
