dry’ku

Lizard
trickles across concrete:
memory of water

 

Wind skitters leaves
across the yard. They crumble
to sand-coloured dust.

 

Honeysuckle drapes
overflowing wheelie bins:
summer-scented air.

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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