I hear the rustle of paper
as they check their script.
Tag: 2025 poems
Free Market Storm Clouds – Written January 2025 (Aged 49)
We were the final wisps of an analogue age,
the final people to manually turn a page
Fit In – Written January 2025 (Aged 49)
Let me catch the thief
that likes to sculpt our dreams.
Let me catch the pickpocket
who likes to pocket our feelings.
