Dear Patient Reader,
Up, up and up
every
rung
of the
ladder.
Till you
meet
a
grey
cat
wondering
why
you are
here
and a small
boy in blue
with large feathers.
—
Climbing
every
rung,
ladder,
hill,
mountain,
boulder.
Dodging
every
stone thrown,
cold shoulder,
lie given,
sly light.
Searching for,
Looking for,
Seeking for;
A slate to write on
White chalk in hand
And one free hand to
Wipe judgement’s feet.
—
What does the colour white mean to you?
Keep well,
Zoizo lib
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