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
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
Interruption
The sun is warm on my face
Although my feet say day is a recorded dawning
I browse the many images and words
Love is ever a blessing
The telephone rings
An urgent message
Regarding my payment
Protection insurance
The sun is warm in my voice
Although the shock of her prerecorded warning
Was colder than bare skin in darkness
Silence is ever a blessing
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