Friday, 4 August 2017


friday 14th july 2017

Walking home the other day I stopped
on the bridge to look at the river.

There was a pink petal floating down it.

As the petal approached the step down in the river
it began to speed up,
getting faster and faster
before it reached the edge.

Just before it plummeted down it was at its fastest.


Then it was submerged,
twisted
broken
before it rose again to the top
further down
back at its normal speed.

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