417. Lot 

About this rural lot I found myself in recently…

Not a single soul sees, 

As you slip from the trees, 

Fleeting, transient puppet, 

Floating, as in a dream. 

(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2017) 

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. socialbridge says:

    Well written and intriguing.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. eliwoodbine says:

      Thanks Jean! I hope you have a lovely weekend.

      Liked by 1 person

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