Graveyard
They walk towards me
and away
from left to right,
right to left,
creating foreboding, in silence.
It happens every time
like images of rhyme,
visible silent words -
right to left, left to right
at night towards me and away -
creating that foreboding.
I know they'll be here,
in this shortcut,
the way I take to my cottage.
So strange what fear will do,
such foreboding.
Images master the mind.
(Jul 2022)
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