*an AK for KJ*
Would not in the early morning
my mind start toward the East.
There are white domes somewhere
under that blue and emptied sky, white domes, white domes,
therefore even the cream
is burnished safest yellow.
Cream it is and better than lemon
in the first tea at breakfast.
I think of tigers as eating the sun
and drinking lemons.
These teabags come from a green grocer,
not the long blue miles to Ceylon.
The herring boats set out
toward the red shoals.
David Joseph Bircumshaw
Website and A Chide's Alphabet
The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.com