The Absent Years

THE ABSENT YEARS life becomes so sweet so precious life to the eye life in all its forms – the rock strewn stream bubbles life even those worn-round pebbles a silver fish drowned soaked to death in my shower strange how sad i felt after watching it struggle after offering nothing like mixed emotions when i tangle spider’s web the tiny worker tiny artist full of life and i so full of myself death now seems all round and i only half alive in my absent years floating down that rock-strewn stream drowned silver fish, sad spider Dave Austin