Almanac Poetry: ‘Jono’ – Tommy Mallet




Trees too tall to measure
drift above us while we walk,
their impossibly fat basses peppering
an understory of rolling
ferns and dirt.


Drinking, we prowl a spur,
looking for rare ferns
to sell for cash.
I admire the leather in Jono’s skin,
things we know,
rust in our talk.


Distance consumes me.


These moments become too rare.
An old, battered shoe,
only worn on special occasions.



More poetry from Tommy Mallet can be read Here.





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