Sitting alone on a spring morning

/ Rugby Lion


 
Gazing at the flowers,
Velvet Underground
singing ‘Sunday Morning’.
Spring clouds
swallow up my words.
Out of this blue,
a magpie’s cry
stabs the darkness –
that elixir before creation.
Now is the moment in time.
I don’t belong to anyone.

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