the new season
eats us
with raw uncertainty
even this weather
has us guessing
night’s frost a riddle
chancing upon a newspaper
a little bit of history
intrigues
between the fullstops
lives collapse and transform
nations turn upon themselves
jobs are lost
wars won
and all our dreams made homeless
everywhere there are signs
of disorder
the streets are no longer clean
we cannot permit oursleves
a fleeting yearning
or despair in this winter
of our politics
but tell me
how do they expect us to forget?
