Bermondsey dust

Last night
           a full fat
orange moon
           low in the east
and today
           a broad blue sky
and the leaves
           slowly
being stripped
           of their colour
autumn rust
           but that moon
fat and generous
           its face pocked
with craters
           and age is nothing
is irrelevant
           so much will
outlive me
           why should I
worry
           I have a roof
over my head
           and somebody
loves me
           tonight I shall
clean my shoes
           and shake off 
the dust that has settled
           on the leather
Bermondsey dust
           that is mingled
with the dust
           of all those poets
that have gone
           before me

John Lyons