Join the Joiners

The hum of the good old days when 

news didn't seem so sick and needy

and I once fell asleep beneath the 

apple tree listening to Pink Floyd.

Somehow its stump is left so high

I can't go out and sit on it to

pay my respects.

Some of what's left is a jewellery box

and I wonder what it will make of

what you can wring out my room 

in August..

I spent a good deal of time

peering through the kitchen window

the morning of the 29th and what no longer 

matched up was less the dead tree but 

whatever was now missing behind it.

Made me less inclined to sink in the moss out back

and observe where the root took rot

and so the tactile sensation of the family garden formally ended,

the kitchen window simply preserved the view it framed,

and should it ever fall in,

the view falls in with it as a 90s video transition.