Closing Time

My life has come to lees
The sparkle gone
From bubbles
In the glass
Empty on a tabletop
A trap for stinging things
That summer brings

Clear that table over there
Clean the ashtrays
See them empty
In the bin
Behind the till.

Kiss me before you go.
Lock the door
As you go out
And remember me
To Florrie at the corner shop.

I forgot to sweep
Those brown blown leaves
Wedged behind the sill.
Come tomorrow
They may have made
Their own way out.

Called away
By darkling winds
Beyond the hill.

JL Nov 6. 13:17