Silenced Voices (part 11)

And retired grandparents
idly walk seaside towns

WAITING …

waiting to die (with the minimum of fuss)

deaf to the cacophony of
ten thousand grannies (with large knuckles)

crocheting against the tide of
sun-kissed lovers on the

crest of a rainbow

hurtling

toward the morning of the morrow

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