Sunday, 6 September 2020

 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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