Monday 12 July 2010

inhale exhale and some things in between

A puff of smoke
rises above the brick wall
and drifts off
with the breezes.

Breathing in .....

I know that smell,
it seems out of place.
You don't see much wood burning about town
these days. It's cold outside
and the south walls are eternally
damp. Lizards go underground and eyes
remain downcast. Places that give refuge
in the summer are out of bounds for now
and the birds are different ... if you notice.

My shoes have holes in the bottom
that I have gaffed over letting me chase
the chinks of sunlight that appear
before they are whisked away like
a magicians tablecloth. The menus are
full of lamb shanks and slow cooked
and the music is all minor and moves
toward me quickly in the cold.

I breathe out ...

A puff of smoke
rises above the brick wall
and drifts off
with the breezes.