AUTUMN JOURNAL
gulls caught in early light over rooftops
yellow sky
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one red fox, several deer
the length of the King’s Wood
*
mud and twigs
cracked acorns on a wet road
*
the steep descent from Soakham Downs
a groove filled with mulch
*
cross-hatched hillside
at Warren Farm
*
smoke turns to fog
moonrise south of Gravesend
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rough winds
wrong equinox
AT GLASBURY
above the slates a wall of foliage
hit by sunlight, the Black Mountains
pale green in a hailstorm
behind me a half-collapsed iron structure,
a kitchen garden, then open field and the braided Wye
upper surfaces of cumulous clouds protrude from the high fields
then pale blue, a sky
reputedly full of stars
on the road:
ARAF
in the bar:
‘this is the closest thing to crazy
I have ever been
I’m 22
and I’m acting 17’
then
Moonlight Serenade played on a Butlin’s Hammond
READERS
André Kertész photographed them
hunched over a paper,
seen from above on a rooftop
or below on a fire escape,
shadowed in a park,
or lit up on a bench
knees holding a book,
a cow over this one’s shoulder
I have ever been
I’m 22
and I’m acting 17’
then
Moonlight Serenade played on a Butlin’s Hammond
READERS
André Kertész photographed them
hunched over a paper,
seen from above on a rooftop
or below on a fire escape,
shadowed in a park,
or lit up on a bench
knees holding a book,
a cow over this one’s shoulder