Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
Thursday, 12 January 2012
Relate
Morning calisthenics
Love thoughts turn to love
Railway wagons shuttle past
Did you take your girl out to tea
A picnic, in the park
Philadelphia & bagels
Love, balanced with care
Lace upon your knee
Speak for endless hours
Love to tell, swell as well
Hear the seaside fairground
A conch’s story of your girl’s sea
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