the staining of time on ones life
comes out in many different forms
of moments and mementos
28 bernice brought me both
on a clear sunday
i wondered if the colour on the door
was painted by the rays or bristles
who reflect straight into my core
sparking a light – income the missles!
seeking, striking, steadyingly debating
when yesterday is already gone
our phases maintaining and consistently raising
BUT whose will be the very last prawn?