poetry – Page 79 – don't confuse the narrator

autumn wings II

For years I have been sure that there’s a poem in the woodshed. Today, I seem to have found another fragment:

autumn wings

Speeding bus
startles
a flock of leaves
into flight

perspective

The field is stippled with mole hills
and I am glad
I am not an ant

I could also be glad that I was in the sunny field and not in the distance beyond, where the sky is decidedly ominous. And that we’ve had a few mostly dry days and I wasn’t knee-deep in mud trying to get a decent picture. And that they were mole hills not cow pats…

There are, as has been pointed out by others, many reasons to be cheerful.

kisses

Skin against skin, we lie;
breathing each other’s breath
we slowly suffocate.

critical moments

For reasons that I won’t go into here, I have just spent the last two days writing a formal “critical review”. I can’t say I enjoyed the experience and I was delighted to take the opportunity to sneak out to watch a firework display last night. As the local secondhand book shop was having a late night opening, I decided to pop in on the way home and delay my return to my desk even longer.
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