A Solitary Walk

I have-nae seen that reflection

Not yet – it is bucket listed

Somewhere above the Greek Islands

But below retirement –


Imagery for the weak?

Sunset and your face in my

Mirrored glasses ?

Too obvious, is-nae?

Well what about

A Norfolk pine in puddles

Formed on the potted asphalt

Road where fog descends

On dampened toes

And my breath is hot

In the air that’s cold

And I have it in my head

That there is a mirror

In a miner’s cottage

Like these I pass

And in it will be me,

Laid bare

And brimming with


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