Into The Red

Where has the time gone?
Once we had many hours ahead
down by the quay, where the river
meets the sea, its present morning
blue has faded into the red.
How will the people speak
should technology fail?
Would it be like a reflection
without a mirror should present
words be said?
It is moving with the seasons-
where once we walked through
guards of green has now
faded into the red.
Quickly it has come, and finely,
subtly just as needle swallows thread.
Beyond your eyes we have wandered,
followed, aged and fled.
Slowly we are moving,
fading into the red.

Jordan Baker
Nov 14.

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