I have a back catalogue of poems and some are as if they are not by me. This is one.
As I emerge
The brethren sweep
Behind the shadows
Preparing soft metal
Dust piles for spinning
And spin they will
Without restraint
When I escape
Shadows close
The race is on down
Ignoring déjà vu
I have a head start
©John Daniels
Waking the Baby 