Here is a story where the opening scene happens last.
It ends and begins with a smile and a raincoat.
You carry a newspaper filled with old news and out of the way tales
that social commentators will one day savour for their strangeness.
But for now, to be going on with, are just stories to be going on with.
Someone’s life story
in three paragraphs.
A novel, a doorbell,
coffee, a book capable
of making freedom out of paper
and sending it out into the day.
Painting yourself is a good idea: brightens things.
Adds to the shape that the horizon brings.
Snow glass on a painted word.
A day shaped at last
on your visiting
wearing a smile.
And a raincoat.