(Ed Note-For the next four days we will be pleased to debut Simon Collinson. We would have sooner but the first five poems he submitted to us were swooped by other publishers before we got a look at them. Poetry can be a cut throat business on occasion!-But we are glad to have four to present. And although they are short, we feel that even the tiniest work–even that shorter than the preceding Ed. Note- deserves its own day, provided such has been earned,. We feel such is the case, and more than once,with Simon–Leila)
Near the year’s ending
like walking past
moss ridden, rotten walls,
that’s withered,
weathered and worn,
so weary, tired,
tottering and teetering,
just waiting to fall.
Saragun Springs 