Poetry

Andy N.

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Dipped in Movements

Camera ready his lens

Throws out clicks like words

 

Catching movements

Like vowels

 

Skittering sounds

Into footsteps

 

Sun-blanched

Embossed across shadows

 

Counter picking years in the past

From Checker to the Drifters

 

Softened with saturation

In fruitful sobriety

 

Constructing memories each minute

Of dance steps almost forgotten

 

Watching people raise

Their hands in the air

 

Shooting against the light.

 

Brighton in September

Forgetting you are full

Of a cold for five minutes

 

Your scarf spins around in circles

Back from the front

 

All the way past Daves on the lines

For the second time

 

Walking into the hazy mist

Two graphic novels in hand

 

Lost in memories of last night’s

All nighter on the beach

 

Dancing to the obscurity

Of the moonlight in damaged beats

 

Thrust up words

Lost in song

 

Grabbing the end of summer

By the hand.

 

                                               ANDY N                                                  

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