art rat cafe

words, images and food for thought

Crows fly

lazily in the weak sun.

Red leaves are carried down the wind.

Running the cliff path I catch

the yellow Broom in my fingers.

A red sail far out at sea.

Rain and spray,

hard grey rocks,

bleached wood.

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