"Incidental Passengers" by Andrea Damic

they journey together,

on the breaths of winter

blinking under streetlights, in twilight

intricate, in their remarkable essence

it’s impossible to tell them apart, as

no two are alike

you watch them dance their last dance

part of nature’s charm, before

final chapters are written,

all that’s left is a snowy quilt

reminding of life’s brevity

fragile, like cottony seeds of

dandelions in spring

***

incidental passengers,

on their way

to the unknown

Andrea Damic, born in Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina, lives and works in Sydney, Australia. She’s an amateur photographer and author of prose and poetry. She writes at night when everyone is asleep; when she lacks words to express herself, she uses photography to speak for her. Her literary art appears or is forthcoming in Roi Fainéant Press, The Exphrastic Review, Door Is A Jar, The Dribble Drabble Review, Five on the Fifth, Your Impossible Voice, 50 Give or Take Anthologies and elsewhere. She spends many an hour fiddling around with her website damicandrea.wordpress.com. You can also find her on TW @DamicAndrea, Instagram @damicandrea and FB @AndreaDamic