At the Bottom of It
Next door’s putting feelers through the bay
window, and chrysanthemums out the back
are nosing inward over a picket. A pitch
of attention’s risen. Strings of questions get
pegged up for airing between neighbours.
Late for the year, palps take root, thrusting
through with a feeling for fine-grained tattle.
Tit-bits are raked up, too. But to throw light
on it, that eludes anyone with feelers –
secrets, the length of the green pond floor.
Next door’s putting feelers through the bay
window, and chrysanthemums out the back
are nosing inward over a picket. A pitch
of attention’s risen. Strings of questions get
pegged up for airing between neighbours.
Late for the year, palps take root, thrusting
through with a feeling for fine-grained tattle.
Tit-bits are raked up, too. But to throw light
on it, that eludes anyone with feelers –
secrets, the length of the green pond floor.