Posted: 26/04/22

Sunset 31 March - Jon Robinson

Icy: the estuary.

I see a flash of blue and yellow.

Where is the emergency? . . . .

You crane to see where help is needed.

 

The Walkers below swept up by the wind

before being swept up by the city.

 

As darkness falls, I begin to see myself

reflecting on my own reflection.

 

Where does the time go?

It skips by, like the girl with her mother.