Today I’m shunning time
Walking the dog, it’s after dawn
Rush hour’s come and gone
The streets are calm and satchel-less
Léo’s at English school which makes it
Midweek or thereabouts
But I don’t care
There’s a chill in the air
And Dasco’s coat is thickening
Must be autumn settling in
Ignore the church bell
The grey sky gives nothing away
Another wrinkle in the mirror today
At 47
Where did that come from?
I didn’t know mirrors got wrinkles