Learning
The ropes
White horses gallop
In threads across the Bay
In the evening dusk
She was waving to the dying day.
Lost in the garden
The vines of yesterday
Too late for the wedding
I kneel and pray.
In the evening
Seraphs dressed in Saffron
Disappear from view
Turn to something new.
I’m learning the ropes.
Squandering time
Then tying the knot
To climb the vine.
Bruised and broken boats
I suddenly set adrift.
Smashed on the rocks
On the shoreline cliffs.
Misty mysteries
Noises up in the attic
It scared me near death.
My thoughts become erratic.
©
David Rudder
2022
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