Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Rediscovered writing 1

One apparently fine morning, the axis tilted just a minute of arc.
The centre shifted just a micron or two.
And looking up, I noticed that the sky did not quite meet the horizon.
And when I went round to see her (turning corners just a fraction before I came to them,
And I think my feet were dragging a little through the pavement surface)
She looked slightly to one side of my eyes and said "Oh it's you".