October comes: the year resigns.
The currents down life’s widening stream
run faster now. Like unpaid fines
the leaves pile up. Dark evenings seem
drawn out and under-loaded: lines
from poems that won’t come right: a dream
of emptier nights. Encoded signs
for endings rather more extreme.
Colin Falck
October
issue 06 October 2012
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