"Through Music, time is absorbed into religious expectation,
since the instant is immediately open to eternity."
after blanched aubergine skins
tossed in raw onion
and balsamic vinegar
I feel somehow invincible
bathed in the fumes
of stick-around permanency
gathered beneath the fig tree
I know what you mean
when you spurn attempts
to stir summer's slighted
off-cuts into
autumn's minute abandonment
loss bound by
transitional gain
there won't be stars tonight
although
the turkey rissole moon
will light
the sinusoidal sky
till dawn
Valverde September 2009