FIVE MORE FIVE SEVEN FIVES
Like falling raindrops
She fell into his being
And flooded his heart.
Shafts of probing light
Entangled in swaying grass
Slipping through like fish.
When no one can hear
The broken express themselves
With simplicity.
Obscure in the mist
Growing in stature and noise
Nearing the platform.
Sidling up and down
On the roof of the old barn
The fantail pigeons.
Michael Edwards © October 2017