Vanishing
The talkers were talking,
texting.
Walkers were walking,
strolling, jogging.
The prams were shaking,
rocking.
Kids were shouting,
yipping and yelling.
The pond went around and round
a circle of sound
turning around and round
as he watched,
as he sat in the sun,
beneath the gleaming,
glinting, shining sun.
Eyes shuttering, closing.
Lashes flickering, tickling,
eyelids bathing thoughts,
thoughts turning around
the round pond,
while slowly he vanished
into Gods vest pocket.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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