re:lode21


I've been listening
to your sketches
for octobass &
perpetual flute
& wondering why
you won't come down
from up that tree
the view you say
is poignant
& enhanced
especially now
the leaves have turned
to crackling ash
so hang your satchel
on a sturdy twig
light one up
the smoldering flax
is just another
amber star
a diatonic pulse
the absent chemistry
of aging bark
let's talk about it
over drinks
a slice of
Devil's Trumpet pie
now September's
round the bend
we're feeling
better than we did
the year's a
light-tight bellows
after all
you can't ignore
its silver-coated
salty wheeze
like breath on glass
I've brought my
fly tarp
fashioned from
our distant sins
& hi-vis gaiters
for the long skip home





Varzi, 31st August 2018