Reeds

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Reeds

Reeds bend across
an inky black pond.
Harking to a story
Of lost time
and sunken treasure.

They bend and whisper
together,
reminding themselves
to hold their secret fast.

A thin veil of mist
hides the surface of the
water. A crow’s
caw penetrates the darkness.

On guard the sentinels
murmur as night
draws close, they know
how to keep it buried.
Hush, hush!

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Reading between the lanes

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Reading between the lanes

It’s like I could tell everything
about you just by the way
you approached the roundabout
and the type of car you were driving.
Always getting your own way
and probably driven.
I just didn’t want to hang
about and cross swords with you.
So I nimbly turned right, went in
front of you and hoped you wouldn’t
get angry.