reflections of a mill

Posted: November 11, 2019 in poetry, Uncategorized
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the old gritstone mill
looks at its reflection
in the darkness
of the still canal
ghosts of workers
men, women and children
float by on currents
staring at the mill
that was their life
going to places new
to haunt again

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