not this year
leaves move bravely
dancing in the face
of no wind like kids
playing on the rails
ain’t gonna get me
not falling to the ground
not this year
I shall take my legs
and dance on the graves
of no time like a kid
old man bone man
ain’t gonna get me
not going missing
not this year
Reuben Woolley teaches English in Spain. He started writing again in 2013 after a long period of absence and refuses to stop. In an earlier poetical incarnation, he was published in Candelabrum magazine (1971-73) and has recently been published in a Forward Poetry anthology, the 2014 Gold Dust calendar and in IS&T Twelve Days of Christmas, 2013-14.