Seasons change their socks.
One foot at a time.
A summer image of my wife,
in a deserted hospital ward.
She left before me.
You who have died,
know what I mean.
Into the river’s teeth
Seasons change their socks.
One foot at a time.
A summer image of my wife,
in a deserted hospital ward.
She left before me.
You who have died,
know what I mean.
A Wandering Poet 