Waking
This expected day is let in,
scratched at, half-awake,
as the mis-matched curtains
are tardily pulled apart..
This expected day is let in,
scratched at, half-awake,
as the mis-matched curtains
are tardily pulled apart..
That first day back
of rush-and-forgottens
as this holiday home
is squeezed of teens..
The unstable season
of rookies, fireworks,
and Sussex smugglers
has set off in Uckfield
Without my stick I'm 'looking so well',
it would appear to those who can tell..
I am becoming
that old chatty man,
looking out for
shared interests..
As our mouths
toured together
in that slow
exploration
I found my heaven.
Something has set fire..
Here, in the sun,
I tally their fruit,
counting the oranges,
among a thousand leaves..
I am hemmed in
by rhododendrons
and poor-fruit
rusty brambles,