I know an old man
You hit his white teeth he laughs
But black teeth he cries
I know an old man
You hit his white teeth he laughs
But black teeth he cries
Paw prints in clean snow
Tattered clothing sprayed in red
Siberian cats
Through bleary red eyes
Through many long night watches
Puzzle pieces placed
There’s a heavy fog
Hanging in the morning light
Movement in shadows
Lost in starless skies
Lost in a murky woodland
Reeling, sinking, lost
A round silver plate
Plays hide and seek with thin clouds
All the long dark night
Crystal morning dew
Hangs misty on the black lake
Smeared through bleary eyes
The gold leaf footpath
Leads through vaulted palaces
Their glory burning
Since the Equinox
Beset by lonely questions
Why even bother
Quiet afternoons
Before the children leave school
Doze the day away