'supervene' new word for me, Max. Keep them coming, every year. Happy birthday.
Bill
> On 13 Jun 2014, at 7:58 am, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> The day I turned seventy-seven
> I did not indulge in a sleep-in
> but rose at five thirty
> to see to the starving dogs.
>
> They were duly,
> silently, grateful,
> bowls licked shining.
> We’d all slept ‘like logs’
>
> and now would enjoy
> some wakefulness,
> however soon might supervene
> the need for shut-eye -
>
> these days, a nap not long
> after breakfast, me resting
> eyes on laptop screen*
> or morning paper's fine print,
>
> they on kitchen floor couchant
> or near the fireplace sprawled
> as if it was already on.
> It’s a Dimplex -
>
> faux flames, kitsch -
> comforting nevertheless.
> ‘I warmed both hands
> before the Fire of Life’ -
>
> but saving power
> left it switched off.
>
>
> *theage-au/obituary-browse
>
> 6am, Friday 13 June 2014
>
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