The Walk

the flavour of Autumn

golden leaves meting on my tongue

and a sharp whip of wind

blowing cobwebs free

      the homeless spider -

          - fleeing the scene

and a Joseph mist of colour

a rainbow brought to life

shimmering in reflected thousands

of orange and green

with lemon tones and rustic rusts

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and the ducks

Ah ! man, 

those crazy f*****g ducks

all mallard green and attitude

huddled on the concrete step

preferring the rain to the river

the downpour to the swift eddy

of life,

these feet can only paddle so long

tread water so far

and remain tranquil above,

the juggling balls of life, the only sound

splash

splash

splash

and the cold squawk and shiver of the

thoughts of a drowned dreich duck

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watching the strange dark shape

moving further adrift, footsteps

silent, 

           drip

                          drip 

                                  drip

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