break open the Autumnal shift
send the debris of messages south
within rain, lemon juice for a reading
sneezing between the lines
how did I not know this?
these parachute supplies
all a dangle for recompense
prayer flags, an honourable lapse
my cranky knees count steps
thrushes gang, turning litter out
chickens chasing fingers weeding
a sky whispers thickening flux
clouds acquaint, bottlebrushes nod violet
rinsed throughout the day
askew doubts, so small the human thing
James Walton Poetry 