For reasons I can't or won't explain
Today I walked, as usual through the Park,I can taste it now, that slightly chalky taste
of leaves, crisp, falling onto paths, only
the late dew and early rainfall keeping moist,
reminds me of my grandmother, she had
beautiful skin, the veins delicate beneath the surface,
she breathed life, even as she fell and fell
the leaves remind me of her, still perfect,
age is not ugly, it is venerable.
I was late today and the man who sits
on the bench was still there, I always presumed
that he was in waiting, he is not ill dressed
but his cough and sneezes today reverberated,
I know there are lost souls here, even in an
affluent place as this, we have our desolate;
the rich man passes, I guess he has his problems,
who can he fire, justifiably, without a tribunal,
then go home to his honed wife
who drives, detonating our planet.
I collect plastic caps, they get melted down
and are used for artificial limbs,
I wouldn't say I am any more concientious
than the next person, I like this idea,
in my ignorance, not sure how it works,
rather than end up in an incinerator
or a landfill that poisons the earth beneath.
I remember when I lived in London
we walked past an area, small, behind boards,
it said KEEP OUT, one presumes in a city
that it is a plot for building, it turned out to be
a place where the victims of the plagues were
laid to rest, it takes years before the virus dies
a 100 or more, I was told, yet I was also told
that today, a course of antibiotics would clear
in seven days, I have a scientist son
he'd probably laugh at my hypothesising.
I was late and I walked through the park,
the man on the bench was there,
there was a slight drizzle, I need new sandals
hardly worth buying now the summer has gone,
Indian Summers and I still don't know
quite the quickest path to take,
I didn't buy my latté or my pain au chocolat,
Instead I left work early today
for reasons, in this poem, I won't explain.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2012-09-12 at 19:14
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