THE FIRST OF DARKDARK:
Winter puts it’s new teeth in, dressed in the head of
Autumn. Essex hunches, hooded, in the rain, white knuckle
fists thrust deep into pockets. Head down, walking fast
& blinkered, summer’s trainers stained & beating a sloppy
rhythm.
(K)
x (I)
“It’s not dark yet but it’s gettin’ there.”