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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