Random Thoughts


Citrus? That lemony scent
Of tropical isles.
While your life slips away
In alphabetical files

Sandalwood drifts in a
South Asian breeze
The weekends you spend
Raking up autumn leaves

Music in cellars pounds
Sweat off the dancers
And all you can do is
Watch tawdry romances

Lime dust of old ruins
Cakes the skin of the scholar
And you struggle daily
For a future in dollars

11/8/20 1:45 AM

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© Huw Powell

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