Tuesday 8 September 2015

Leaves.



Cast concrete stairs climb up in the empty forest

Rainbowed glass and corrugated iron rotting

Webbed with the delicate skeletons of dropped leaves


Sentried by skewed posts with no wire

Dry water pipes and lives out of time


Pa with empty pits

Slipped terraces

Unmanned lookout


Once seen lovers in the gentle currents

Youth and age gone, their descendants

return with the new season.




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