At The Entrance Of The Afternoon


This winter wind,
wispful in its wistsome wonder,
wears its wawtry cloak.
Flame stands in its ungentle passing;
maps back-lit by unnatchrul light.

Steps upon a floating city;
gaze upon the world you’ve entered.

My name is William Altoft. I’m a writer in and from (and consistently on) Bristol, in the UK.


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2 thoughts on “At The Entrance Of The Afternoon

  1. You are my new favorite person for using ‘wawtry.’

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