The Status Quo ?

Marmalade-brandy sun

Casts a giant shadow

Across the frost-rocked skies,

Leaves faint gold fairy dust

On December-white grass.

We were guilty of happily

Crossing the blue sun roads,

In cord-bare shoes;

Meeting the electric moons

-the new and the changing –

With a jester’s courtesy

And a sparkle-eyed shake of the head.

Bleeding feet:

All the miles I did for you;

Every stage

You saw me through.

Nothin’ lasts

We’d both agree,

But wasn’t it fun

To run together?