Ebb and Flow By Ian Grantham

Gazing upstream, cool, cold current swirls round numbed ankles, distant visions float ever closer, which to reach for, which to avoid and the memories of lost opportunity, glancing back to chances wasted, directions uncharted, girls unloved, children unborn, lives unlived, but wading deeper, more slowly now, reaching out to tangled twigs, to release the grip of present restraint and go under or drift, to take your chance meeting without fear

Copyright ©  Ian Grantham 2008

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