moped
Nostalgia weaves into slow traffic Waiting for the rainy days In an obscured necromancy Lost in the Pythia’s empty eyes Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Riding shotgun on a moped on rainy days Come what may true love offers an umbrella Crossing the railway tracks under the karstic rocks Infinity always starts on the other side, where the grass is greener Photo Hugh Ardoin The Galleries
Like moths racing against the coming night A helmeted couple ride their moped into the sunset The clouds turn indigo and pink before the blackout The planet is red and ocher with some occasional green spots The colors of the couple’s outfits perfectly match the scene Photo Hugh Ardoin Niamey Dusk and Dust Gallery
The sign with the name of the street reads Boulevard de la Jeunesse Seen from here, the boulevard of youth looks so short With hindsight we would rather bide our time slowly Who needs a moped or a motor car to speed the time It works at its irreversible pace, there is no hurry Only […]