On Discovering a Passage


Sometimes things drift past
your laid back musing mind
with its unbaited fishing rod,
and wake you from thoughts
of coffee and the beauty of cricket
by throwing themselves,
wet and writhing,
onto your lap.

Chris Perley
2013

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