Monday, 7 November 2011

This Autumn

This autumn there was a butterfly on a traffic island, posing from daisy to mauve daisy, in the late sun. Fashion plate chic at rush hour.
I sat on a concrete cube and she let me watch her.
While a thrift store boy and girl were shining on each other. Natural as leaf fall, on the wall, the colours of October.
And cars slowed down for the lights.


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