For the days again

We grow inside houses, and remember each spring

how it seeped through the flooring –

bringing such thoughts, a cracking of dust –

the air will change, even now, as we lie

all bound in to our notional seasons,

fading grasses, and reasons to leave.

 

Clamber at the windows, catch sight of

woodsmoke, the tricks of trees, language held

in breathing bowls. Hammering, and

a child’s laughter cuts through old years.

These clocks, they do things you wouldn’t believe –

bringing such thoughts, a cracking of dust –

in places, the snows have already come

falling with the precision of needles.

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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

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