ending the month with a thought about that harsh loss

starting the year's last month with new pathways to run

heading towards the big town this time for a tree

playing songs from the eighties now more than ever

harking back to days when you had to think ahead

reckoning up old snapshots from an older world

reading up as always on the folk-made know-how

trying to unriddle a light that can't turn on

looking at some rhymes and finding a common shape

hiding less meaning with see-through words in these rhymes

wanting not to spell things further for the midstream

shoving a great sum into a golden groundwork

shunning some well-liked but long-winded online films

noting words from the east to make these words lighter

writing only with old roots from the angled tongues

binding together words for new inklings and things

taking more than ten years to settle on this shape