Half a picture loads
as though 1969 won’t let go.
The grainy of a July Winter’s day
ball bearings roll a school corridor.
Smaller steps slipping,
that masquerade of orange
clinging to old photos.
Peel away the valleys
earth beats a seethe.
But you choose to live there,
is the technical advice.
Buzz Aldrin waves in fly by,
for a while
everything is clear.
‘Abandoned Soliloquies’ UnCollected Press, 2019 p 93
Art: Akira Kusaka via Art for the Soul
James Walton Poetry 