Dispatches from the middle of nowhere - Part 3

 Two micro-poems. Four photos.

144.4

If Mnemosyne ghosts me

There might come a time 

When I can’t remember 

Writing these very words 

Will I read them then 

As if new on the page

Written by a stranger 

To offer fair judgement

One final silver lining 

144.3

They run towards words

As if seeking crucifixion

On every nail they read

Those jagged words

Are not judgements

Just poems

Text and images by me.