And There He Stood
an empty train,
full of riches.
touring through the pain
a tour Guide
As he walks out of the bushes
wondering around.
people with packets,
a car guard on focus
The last bit of leaves
Autumn was drawing closer
and there he stood.
an angle, a gap.
an old-lee faded building
The Garden, in proportion
Tour-est walking by.
and there he stood.
a rusted fence
the injustice!
the feeling of crime
and there he stood.
Copyright © Jacobus Cornelis Bekker | Year Posted 2014
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