An Autumn I remember

Watching upstairs, from as child

Wishing masters upways


Haggling with my brother, smiling

Knowing size is payday


Heffalumps and bloody spears

Corridors that whisper


Manky patios to clear

Pocket money’s keeper


Skeletal leaves are scattered, whirling

Stark against the mud


Smell of rugby’s rutted floorings

Catheters in hoods


Such closeness is vicarious

A child wakes up, it’s winter




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