A morning out in the backyard
Crosslegged on teak bench.
Today I chose the travel pages over employment or news.
Sun on my back,
Coy breeze teasing my morning flyaways.
I think of:
The sound of syncopated castanets,
Red plastic bowls filled with grapes, skinned, halved, seeded.
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I whinge about having lost summer,
But the new freckles on my nose prove otherwise.
The orchids have stopped flowering;
The trees preparing for autumnal peak.
It's as if summer ended on an open cadence-
And is still fighting for a classical resolution.
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By the time my last g&t hit
And I sat up to counter the rocking,
My edifice of social gratification had been altered.
The realisation of lonliness is a terrifying experience,
And is most likely to grip you when you're amongst laughing crowds.
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