5am. In that silent
suburban time before
dawn, a kookaburra
sings solo outside
our courtyard. I’ve
been mulling over
that quote, ‘Old age
is not for sissies’
and the kookaburra’s
laugh underscores it.
On the windowsill
my old comb lies,
full of dog’s hair.
More birds sing now,
like all the canned
laughter of sit coms
played out of control.
I sit at the kitchen
table (I have
measured my life
in kitchen tables)
attempting to write
the punchline before
the penultimate break.
Andrew
'Beyond City Limits', pub. ICLL @ ECU, available at topnotch indie
bookshops - list at http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
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