LONG LISTED FOR THE 2023 GRIFFIN POETRY AWARDS

Autumnal Exercise

     Autumn is harsh to innocence and our adventure will

finally remain unexplained;

     but when the moon rises we’re all guilty and a child

in the suburb collects the leaves as if they’re proof

of a killing or the fool smiles while he’s done with harvesting

     and at night the dreamer is king; for this he has nothing

to do but to write on a window pane all day long, reading

passages of another era, since he knows that he might be

forgotten like a mother’s breast that now nurses the narrow

path

     and, oh, strange windstorm, when they all have the same

thought of sheltering themselves and the crippled jumps

hastily between his crutches like a bird.

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