the first sip of tea this day
I give thanks
for the time I have to savour
green liquor in a white bowl
thank you Lord
This poem began with the line:
classify the day
by the taste of the morning tea
but I realised that if I had the time to ruminate in this way I should simply give thanks.
Next a love poem.
another love poem
that hotel you booked for me
was on a loser from the start
the reception cluttered as it was
by grown men in black and white football strip
who should have known better
who should have out grown that sort of thing by their age
but then look at me
pulled by my heart across europe towards you
I leave you with a poor quality video of an amazing singer/songwriter. Here is Laura Nyro.