Will Knott

Sometimes you spot something by accident.
A smile from someone cute in the shop.
The fingers of sunlight toughing the ground through the clouds.
A poem scrawled…

I can’t remember why I wanted to take this shot of the postbox, but by walking off the main street to take it, I noticed the poem on the wall.

“Shandon faces the four winds
and never tells the time;
For now is the forever moment
When St. Anne chimes in rhyme…”

I like the use of the semicolon!

Will Knott