Another poem from the archives: Racing By.
Written about the act of falling asleep. The photo is of my local river, taken from the footbridge, about four years ago in winter, early in the morning after a rare snowfall, and sadly not in the best of focus. Ho-hum.
Slightly more Gothic than the rest of the poems I’ve set free, but less so than the ones I’ve kept hidden.
(Click on the image to see it full-size.)