Of flotsam and foundrels
Of flotsam and foundrels
A jar of jam from Russian snow
A tattered book that I can’t read
A photographic trail of love
Some shower gel and still the list
Returns to keep me company
A bible kept - from one good friend
Its cover stitched by her loved aunt
Who sank inside The Amazon
A painting of her long-gone dog
And she returns right happily
A rucksac...
Thursday 31st January 2019 1:14 pm
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