Tickled

It slinks across the viaduct,
An index finger
Caressing the shoulders,

A tram’s trimmed shadow
And the window framed
Quiver of a cityscape,

A lamp light dawn,
A siskin flutters,
A golden coin turned sepia,

The countryside rolls,
The field mice scurry,
A giggle echoes, arches quake,

And then the world stands still.

2 Responses to “Tickled”

  1. Thanks 🙂

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