THE CORRUPT

The corrupt cannot imagine people different from themselves; they can only imagine people who have succeeded in hiding their true nature.

Danilo Kiš, The Book of Kings and Fools

the changing of the seasons

caramel coloured feet
and pale blue toenails,
out,
even as the sky sets into its blank whiteness
for the long sunless autumn
and the winter beyond it,
on this windy rock
in a chilly sea.

CANAL WALKS