by Ken W Simpson
Old memories fade
like autumn leaves
tinted in pastel shades.
When unexpectedly it rains
some take shelter
beneath a tree.
Others,
heads averted
hurry past distractedly.
The extroverted
contemptuous of the rain
saunter by nonchalantly.
I've seen you
beside a synaptic gap
glowing inside a dream.
From:
Ken W Simpson
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an Australian poet specialising in free verse., A number of my collections are available online at Amazon and elsewhere.
Last updated February 27, 2014