N.O.T.H.S.
Not on the High Street
or the Fore Street
(in these parts)
although N.O.T.F.S.
doesn’t scan quite so well;
I can tell
by the double-glazed look
in your wooden eyes
that it comes
as no surprise,
when I waffle on
like this
as I do.
So, what
is not
on the High Street?
You or I?
Or us.
And, we are neither of us,
either to be found
upon a bus…
poetry tinged with the moment’s uncertainty,
may become less accessible
when the steep pavement of Time
is put in our way.
So, let us value
the day,
‘Carpe Diem the day!’
as the Latinos
might never say.
