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
Here we are
Here and now
At
The penultimate page
What does this mean
For the next
Notebook
Does one think
I ought to be
Decisive
But to be honest
That’s not my style
Although perhaps
To have space
For longer poems
Yes that’s the one
