Exhuming Autumn
Today in a doze
Floating backwards through streets stained in grey drizzled memory,
Splash in puddles of tranquillised silence that merge in the glow light of refrigerated shadows
Where sinister snacks audition for minor parts in today’s feature.
A light misting of rain cools the TV frost
I am not here or there but defy this accuracy by pressure of intensity
Scattered rooms across the east and west of the city contain stashes of memories
Like everyone.
Sash windows panic,
In an old antiques centre the fresh clatter of mossy brown furniture casts damp patches over fried
breakfast in Turnpike Lane; cats thud between rooms, take your best shot
Old crusted heels
But miss
Rubbed hard, summoned into action once more.
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