A settled ridge of high pressure:
windows open to sleepless visibility,
far from occasionally poor.
Soon beyond these roofs and chimneys
look, a finishing line. In eventide shadows
seek common thread to bind your day.
Fish scale clouds – for a time – recede
fair becoming variable. A fall unseen
waits around some half-dark corner.
Rising more slowly, step outside;
with weight of footfall steady your staggering gaze.
The warm air turns, veering upward.
Harvest moonshine floods the gutter.
Lit by clarity of its stories, spilling down,
find eye for your loosened shoelace.
ix.2016
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