#2,618 Slumped by those tears
Slumped by those tears
& sat treading water – in
gulps there fall salty-ish
breaths back – drowning
in soft downfalls – blubs
& gulps batten errors – A
child runs up to another
on that slippy asphalt of
my childhood – my youth
an uneven surface [& full
of silent cries] – Between
drop off & collection of a
son I sit in Waterstones &
watch adults eye books –
this is our still sanctuary
[not quite a church] – Will
my now-dried woe pass?