Who is special ?
I only see gustier, cobweb and coil.
My slide film captures the hues of Autumn perfectly.
Mordant is an unfeeling word,
Sometimes I think a November song is moving

she walked beyond
fearing the last creature
by her shadow,
supple palms - she forgotten
what had caused
her denizen to perceive
more than what was allowed.

stet and stumble,
both wavering excuses.
I never meant to re impose,
the scars you carried
as you set out  with your new retinue,
denounce in lieu of reclamation
if you wish.

EFFECT and cause
recalling that motionless gust,
surface to air fails .
what about you?
dormant  before roused.

She cared enough to buy him
apples in the rain.
Mena his jasmine,
the love of yesterday
repaid by images of simple snow

The lost Sun dial bears no shadows
bramble is its crown
plinth weathered

You're a Street Map that has to be believed.
George Street 1975 then a jewel in everybody's  Crown, Mister K too.
Croydon had it all, the weekly Safeway shopping -
Grants , North End, Greyhound and L & H Cloake,
even a Manhattan skyline -
Shop girls  I was too young to know
a la W.H Smith's Whitgift Centre
with a surfeit of ready Queen  albums!
even the YMCA  
would have done Disco
B.T Express's "do it till your satisfied"
I believe,
and the always evergreen
Van Damme Bar.
The Tavern in the Town
fondly recalled.