Bon accord

The ominous tingle met me

Like a distant connection

As I grew closer to home

The surprise developed into

A doorstep conversation

From the past eroded to

Closed doors that waved me away

As the moon lit my footprint

To another day

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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