mother worries
preventd observation
of eclipse
my dreamless nite
sped by
till I woke
with his breath
on my shoulder
his song
in my ear
this man
I've never met
poked me
with the fullness
of his poet life
& I was able
to grind
my Tanzanian beans
with a grin
3 comments:
Thanks, Alex. First poem ever, I think, with my name in the title.
Geof
a relief to hear from you. when I woke up this morning I suddenly startd thinking abt yr work as I encounter it on yr blog & Facebook. I admire how yr art is so present in yr life. so I wrote this & immediately postd it.
And I made a link to this in the list of "Gifts" in the sidebar of my dbqp blog, so others (and I later) can find it).
Maybe the art is too present.
Geof
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