You can see them if you look closely. The fixers fixing. Broken things. Old things. Silly things. Brave things. Shattered or whole, the fixers fix. ‘But why do they fix?’ You ask. ‘Because they are the ones who need to be fixed the most,’ I say.
Tag: oblivious
Evaporate
Engines chug away
propelling the clouds into new positions
that people read
as sacred teachings.
Oblivious
to the mechanics behind their prophets.
Those maintaining the perpetual motion
no longer speak or hear
in a common tongue.
Language
is lost to them now.
The demise of a splash of green in an otherwise grey world
The hard droplets pound
away at the pavement;
the dainty daisies growing in the cracks
stand no chance
against this sudden onslaught.
They fall flat,
squashed not only by the weight of the rain,
but crunched by wheels and feet,
all rushing past as though
they
are the ones
whose petals
are being washed
into the dark drain.
Treeshallow Musings 