Friday, January 07, 2005

You are late of autumn, By Richard Fox

You are late of autumn
& one after my own heart:
a penny for your thought.

The world will trend
the way it will under linden,
under juniper: I’ll always
think of you as I pretend

to eat the living air or pull
an origami swan out of nowhere
or out of someone’s ear.
--Date unknown

1 comment:

Seamus "Moose" Anthony said...

Lovely stuff mate, this one is particularly fine.

'I see your figment at the train station
with our lives dragging behind

black pants like yours;
coat like one you'd wear now

but it's only me in a strange wanting,
no stranger to a stranger wanting.'