AUTUMN ON THE DOORSTEP

Fragrant with honeysuckle trumpets,

the entwined year waxes.

Catch its essence as you can,

 

for this is not an exact time.

Days already dwindle,

cast longer shadows, settle on

 

their red and amber reckoning.

Every new encounter

is the beginning of goodbye,

 

and I have been going away

for as long as it takes

to trace our lineage in the stars.

 

You might chance on the evidence

in cuttings, between pages;

suppose them the wilful bookmarks 

 

of that ghost father I shall be.

But there’s no need to look:

always, among the gathered moths,

 

you may sense me, lighting weightless

on your sleeve. No more leaves

to fall than once were grown in spring.

 

 

ix. 2023

ARCADIA (the emoji domain*)

Feel the close-knit planking, caulked with pitch, 

rise under your footsteps.

A slope so slight you’d barely notice.

 

feeling lazy @ feeling lucky @ feeling lost

 

Loose change jangles, slaps at your thighs.

Flanked by pair of gaudy clowns, 

the square maw, yawning, beckons:

The belly of this long, low shed

is permanently dim;

carries a mild threat of empty pockets;

 

offers no other choice.

To get to the end of the pier

you must pass through.

 

feeling bored @ feeling better @ feeling broke

 

Varnished cabinets of wood and glass

line the sides: slot machines,

pinball tables, penny pushers.

 

Torpedoes fired from periscopes

sink plastic subs beneath the plastic waves.

Toy cranes claw at trinkets. 

 

From a jukebox in the corner

Max Romeo – banned on radio –

sings about (so he claims) a leaky roof.

 

 feeling cheeky @ feeling chill @ feeling cheated

 

Hear the mechanics of skill and chance.

In games of redemption, you never see 

how your coppers drop below –

 

those dark channels where flat spent faces, 

all dotted eyes and mouths slit wide, 

pile up like a sea of yellow discs.

 

viii. 2023

 

* https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emoji_domain