Dusk

 

Silent darkening

cold claggy mud underfoot

spindly flies dancing

 

by Scooj

School rules

 

Hands out of pockets

walk no more than two abreast;

it wouldn’t wash now.

 

by Scooj

 

Composed while walking to work on a very chilly morning and feeling uncomfortable putting my hands in my pockets, because of the school rules imposed/imprinted on me at a young age.