My wandering thoughts
The anxious pen
Scanning eyes
Pages turned
Feet on the beat
Ideas ... always ideas
Solutions to problems.
Forms to fill
Identity cards
Proof of age
minutes in an hour
A ticking clock
car horns toot
tyres on the road
traffic lights move
nightshift workers
Flapping fins
The gasping mouth
Heaving gills
Searching hook
Hiding places
Safety gone
then finally
World wars
A flying bullet
Quivering flesh
Blood pulses
A heart beat.
Finally, it rests.
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