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, 11 October 2012
In a book
Eight days ago
Butterflies in profusion
A warm calm
The end of an Indian summer
Today the gulls battle the wind
As maniacs in flight
Who knows their destination
Who understands there sense of reason
Yesterday fire and snow
Love, infatuation
& snippets
Of vagrant poets words
Before that there was long ago
Humans still told spoken stories
A cold struggle
As if the beginning of civilization
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