Crunching on muesli, dog
crunching on biscuits, cockatoo
crunching on gum nut -
the soundtrack of
morning, passenger jet
interrupting.
A poem should sound
in the receiver of
its reader, although
*should *should be
banished as 'thought
censors activity'.
Refrigerator hums
computer tower hums
my wife hums -
it's suburban
*Stimmung*
of a sorts
---
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at
http://www.picaropress.com/
http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766
http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
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