Canto XXXII

A final burst of summer in October—
geese poke necks through rusting iron rails,
waiting for a chance at our leftovers.

We’re on the bench, watching the twitching tails
of squirrels as they double check their stash.
This unseasonal sunshine has curtailed

my melancholic urge that seeks to latch
my hang ups onto autumn’s imagery
within some sanctimonious dispatch.

Instead, I sit with you beneath a tree
and share two packets of Monster Munch.
Pickled onion flavour, naturally,

we only choose the best for Sunday Lunch.
The cooling lake still ripples with the blue
of this last summer day spent in a clinch.

Next day like this we shall be more than two.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Aug 16, 2012 @ 00:38:26

    Pickled onion?… the best monster munch flavour is Flamin’ Hot.
    I liked the line, “geese poke necks through rusting iron rails,”

    Reply

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