Her Chicken Scratch / Poetry

Crown

Crown feet drawing heavy on pounding cement. with a horse-drawn carriage approach the bench. she was laced in pearls, diamonds and grey. her eyes were aged but her smile was prey.

she waited every year at the old-paged peer, half excepting for her bright-eyed sailor to appear.

nothing for yet and her thoughts for pause, for worries forgotten. among the forgotten.

feet drawing heavy on one pounding cement.

Writing and Photo by A. Writes 

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