These weeks see her walking your road, age pass
they bred mad cows and filled pits for change
“I was there too”, they said, “never isn’t difficult to see”

anyhow, walks barely end, up here
and the days don’t stop to shorten first

for one of us, the footprints we see stretch way ahead
some of us can’t help but slot our shoes right in. For others,
quite a difference occurs.

About Benjamin Norris

Published writer of short stories, long stories, poems. Well received art critic and cultural commentator for Berlin magazines. Collaborator with operatic societies. Co-writer of fictional historic psycholinguistic journals. Lecturer of architecture and art history at a Budapest University. View all posts by Benjamin Norris

3 responses to “novemberance

  • Thomas Davis

    Ethel and I have been reading your poetry this morning. The sun is barely up, and there are still shadows everywhere even though there is a pink tinge to the sky in New Mexico–a long way from Budapest. This must be the way to start a day: Plunging into poetry and shaking your head in amazement at how deeply creative and abstract the poetry is. We have woken to wonder and celebrate what we have read and will return.

  • Benjamin Norris

    I’m deeply touched by your compliment. I enjoyed your work a lot too, and I shall also return.

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