"... and another day
falls off the fork he lifts to his mouth." Dave B.
in a church hall at 6.30am
two dozen refugees from
the battle of daily living
bright'n'breezies with the half-awake
getting sustenance
from the eggs and sausage
and the experience strength
and hope of others
no sauce with that
but plenty of laughs
and chitchat in the carpark at
the meeting after the meeting
the day's up and running
like my pup in the frontyard
letting the traffic roar by
easy does it but doing it easy
2009/3/19 David Bircumshaw <[log in to unmask]>
> Zen and the Art of Mashed Potato
>
> It is sunset in his head and another day
> falls off the fork he lifts to his mouth.
> Could take another stab at it, he mulls,
> whorling, doodling, patterns on a plate.
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>
> (which above came to mind as I woke +at dawn+ this morning. Odd how
> the mind ...)
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>
> --
> David Bircumshaw
> Website and A Chide's Alphabet
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Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
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