The newsreel

The roll and the flicker of days

comes in and out of focus

like an old newsreel

the colours are washed out

yellow and brown

the voices with mock seriousness

describe events

like they had any importance at all

it could be the story

of someone’s life

like mine

Like a lot of my poems, this arrived last night. I look at it and wonder where that came from?

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