Codger’s Notebook
Mid-morning Camellias ping
under a muted sundial –
Codger notes their progress;
his concertina file pregnant
with earmarked outtakes.
Afternoon chill factors hove
into view on the horizon –
their misty eyed vapours
hint at surmised outcomes;
all annotations are updated.
Dead letters depart on cue
towards a vanishing point –
time is beside itself, sunbathing
at another empty juncture;
all fodder for the memoirs.
Confessional lines are eclipsed
by paranormal jottings –
reports are completed & filed
without point of reference;
he signs out & shuts down.
©️Orion Foote
Visions of Orion Poetry 