october

cobble stones drying

begonia glowing 

 the radiation 

clicking like my knees

counts dawn

 aches and pains

more me than me

these days

shrieking with laughter

the sea oils my joints

 the sea is arguing on the playground of the rocks 

 we write rubbish 

in the midden of the past

it turns to gold

 nowadays

i need an ancient shrine

to question

to tell all my fears to

to get absolution 

 how sweet

the last plum of summer

october sunshine

 neighbours ~ i ask you 

not an inch of our apple tree

hangs over their fence

 laughter

the sea is giggling and spluttering 

with me

 look to see

if a stone has a hole

through it 

 rain

on the doorstep

having to

  was the one

the one who climbed lampposts 

old bruises blues