The Final Hour
Stood around in a petrol station
going round shelves like a hawk and
picking up odds and ends
wishing the clock on the wall would go slower
a bag of Dolly Mixtures and a paperback book
are not the shiny things you bought last year
but on reflection – it’s the meaning of the gift
and not its value
the recipient will be happy you remembered – sort of
as you stand in front of the cashier
pondering the colours of fuschias and marigolds
standing like sentries
in the forecourt buckets
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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