car cutting highway late and last
off to belfast
turn left not right
it’s quite a hike
single line silence drifts away
there’s dues to pay
no guns no soap
it’s a tightrope
dusk divine across the blue sky
can’t help but sigh
gab with the ghosts
at the lamppost
MLMM Saturday Mix Lucky Dip Minute Poetry
poet’s note: heading down the stretch of napowrimo 2021. It has been most enjoyable though some days are hard. have been introduced to some new poetry forms and poetry places… new/old friends along the way. today is a highway airport. i just love these….