throwing curtains to the wind
i write
as Ravel unravels on the player
a wishbone dries above
last night's
pencilled draft of a poem
bills litter the feet
of my red and yellow Buddha
sunning himself in Aussie sunshine
Toots Thielemans is flavouring Faure
Sunday morning detritus
celebrates another day above ground
watch the bee as you drive out
as it staggers drunkenly
on the faded cement
so many links in memory
Ravel Buddha bees
and bathing in April sun
*
slightly revised instant poem of a couple of days ago
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at
http://www.picaropress.com/
http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
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