The Colours of the Day

On this rare, soft November day,
the air is brilliant yellow, flooded
warm by the sun. Ochre, red,
yellow and dun leaves lie scattered
on the intensely green lawn,
tinted gold by sun, blue by shade.
We rake them into large piles and
stuff clumps Continue reading

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one-up

Yes, I’m sorry to hear it; he was a good man,
your husband. Reminds me of when my dog died:
he died of a heart attack, too. At least that’s
what the vet said: his old ticker just gave out.
I was so sad for so long; the grief is just
overwhelming—you kind of get used to
having them around. I cried all the way back
from the vet’s. Carried him Continue reading

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f

The door of the change room opens, and she
steps out in unaccustomed yellow.
A tiny fricative escapes his lips
like methane hissing from a newly punctured
can of slightly spoiled soup. He smiles, admires
the label, but the stench hovers over the area:
neither wants to taste it.

On the way home, Continue reading

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