In the cool thin air
apple moons laid out to dry;
Autumn provisions
by Scooj
In the cool thin air
apple moons laid out to dry;
Autumn provisions
by Scooj
Rotting food street smells
my walk to work polluted;
reality check.
by Scooj
Crossing the divide
where glacial meltwater
cuts ever seawards.
by Scooj
Difficult to build,
to maintain requires effort,
so easy to lose.
by Scooj
Still for a moment,
frenetic journey frozen;
an angel in blue.
by Scooj
Through the mist of time
thoughts of you evaporate
into the ether.
by Scooj
Need to book eye test;
wish they’d call it a check up
I don’t like failing.
by Scooj
The angry young man
is healthy and vibrant in
this old man’s body.
by Scooj
Summer in full swing;
office workers lunch in parks
and pigeons look on.
by Scooj
As the cool ink flows
memories flood back of old
carved wooden school desks.
by Scooj