Friday 18 September 2009

The Observatory

Day sheds it’s skin
no moon rises
nor stars shine

The sun that creeps
over my shoulder
is a cheat

I have waited
and waited
for leaves to fall

for earth’s appetite for light to stall
yet I am in autumn
you stranded in summer.

Above the observatory
geese are journeying
to the edge of the old night.

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