he was ten and,
she was seven;
he was an aspiring
magician
and so, before her
he laid
a single white handkerchief
and on it he placed
his invitation;
a small silver styled ring
asking her,
“will you marry me?”
she, puzzled, replied:
“what’s the trick?”
Newly Published by “Underground Writers” in Issue #28 ‘Invitation’
http://underground-writers.org/product/issue-28-invitation/
time is not a friend
to me
as his briskness
has too quickly aged me;
he has though, lagged painfully
through numbing routine
and
when i rued your absence
he did not stand still
as he has
for those who have passed,
and for that
i remain indebted –
as should you
First Published Sept/Oct 2019 ‘The Mozzie’