A moment of re-adjustment.
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The bone ache mimes the North wind’s bite
as Siskins mine the feeder
teeth mutely lengthen in old gums
in ears coarse hairs foregather
hands are gloved with his parents’ skin
age spots bloom the leather
eyes are laced with errant cells
at night they firefly-flicker.
Kneeling’s now a complex act
and rising mocks demeanour.
Committed to her labour
she stoops beyond the glass
hair splayed in winter glimmer
silently flags a cruel loss
– colour stolen from the copper.
Enough —
a sadness sharpens
complacency fast fades
time marks its intentions
in a palette of vanishing shades
