Harvest

It’s nothing like the pictures they paint
it really ain’t,
but
we compromise and turn blind eyes
to what we knew and hope anew that
a new beginning can begin

can we win?
is Bob the Builder?

in two shakes of whatever
the world turns and nothing
is ever the same.

It was not me who put me together
you joined up the breaks and took time
to take time
it was not me.

I am still oil in the attic,
static on the line,
I couldn’t do it
until
you took the time.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.