the
first sip of tea this day
I
give thanks
for
the time I have to savour
green
liquor in a white bowl
no
haste
well
rested
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.
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.
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