Walked by a Window
… saw myself in that.
Walked by a window, saw myself in that.
Indiana Jones takes a morning stroll.
Arranged to meet my wife, I have her hat.
There's time to fill - the poet's on patrol.
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Over the bridge there is a flower show.
The annual clash of colours has started.
Met a friend on the way, we said: hullo.
Introduced my wife's hat, then we parted.
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Flowers versus people, makes even odds.
Sister Jane says to Alex: “stop running!”
Totally bemused, he stops and nods.
Jane starts, the chase is on ... that's cunning!
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Indiana Jones and the blooming mess,
just what for; well, it's anybody's guess!
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© Tim Grace, 13 August 2010 (Revised: 24 July 2021)
About the Creator
Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
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