backroom bar >>> driftwood reggae guitars >>> contact on the corner of cobbles. picked up and carried closer to the stars.
home to curtains parting in the night, sweet delight.
get up, go – back to knowle – to bricks a civic hue, roundabouts through, a sign – ‘clear weather, today’ – writ yellow and blue.
youth sleep. elder feet find way. glistening eyes, more emotional than yesterday.
must be this morning we are all surrounded by: a darker shadow underfoot, the first bead of sweat, kaleidoscopic colours, a squinting friend.
a winter bird flies home.
“pip”…… “pap”…… “pic”……. “poc”……. chewing gum in time to tennis and blinking to slow passing cars to a stop.
when you approach, i know you are there. smile. (remember not to stare).
braced slacks, carriered cider packs and little finger tabs tap to the draw. they sit on sleepers, sipping some some more, silent under sun.
skin white as parchment; written by a school of moments, an army of one.
ah, we’re soaking. i’m sodden. ah, these days that go on and on….
a flutter of borrowed wings, the stutter of a traveller checking in. the infinite – the marvellous – will soon be gone.
thank you for reading. don’t forget the sun. take care, k((o))