A lovely piece helen.

Congratulations, again.

Frank

The Tales of Faust poetry page can be found at:
http://www.hotkey.net.au/~flp/F_index.htm

>
>Tired
>
>As if in the school sick room with the sound of the secretary's heels
>on polished wood fading away, the dials on the old teak wireless
>turn and it tunes in once more to a voice with the pitch and fall
>of your mother's.
>                         The needle scrolls through London, Welsh and
>Midland
>you get off the tube at Holborn or somewhere, after trying not to feel
>the breath of someone chewing gum by your ear, and you've hummed
>a slow tune so hard, you're walking it against the street's quick pace,
>no idea the ground you've covered.
>                                                    Somewhere down my
>street, once
>a boy was arrested - his cuffed hands held out like a prayer and the
>muscles
>of his back stretched as if they might burst into wing and it seemed
>the policeman said hey a little softer than usual.
>                                                                        And
>now this girl
>knocks on the door saying, I need to talk to a woman. Its raining hard,
>she's no coat or umbrella, and no-one's around, although through the wall
>they're singing hymns - you can hear the organ, but not the words.
>
>
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