Pome: Listening To A Franz Joseph Haydn Mass

In the russet autumn

Existing. Always existing. Pic: Paradisio Publishing

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Listening To A Franz Joseph Haydn Mass

riding through the lights

a low white cloud of scuffed dreams

Franz Joseph Haydn Mass Credo No 3

coming out the wireless

this monday morn

at the next red light

a dog hangs out the frontpassenger window

of a white removal van

i call across to the driver:

‘what kind of dog is that?’

‘a staffordshire.’

‘beautiful dog.’

‘he’ll rip you to pieces.’

‘beautiful.’

the driver’s grin goes to a scowl.

i wink.

the light goes green.

‘see you later’ i yell. another wink.

and motor off towards the low horizon.

towards the life waiting.