Monday 13 February 2017

Poem 33


Once upon a time
It was all too important
The clouds pass, the wind blows
Ten plus ten it tells zero
Reset the tape, replay the dream
Change the image of a memory
In turn, place the white lillies
Upon the old night table
A salty pie, not so good, is it?
Slowly, return those ancient grips
Let the sweet summery breeze
Bring front lost wonder
The path of orchids to the way of Santiago
Where does it lead, the time of gaze
Sunflowers, corn, carrots
Passing under the dark tunnel
Until clear sight of the playground
Rush, rush, rush, the train is late
Weed, flowers, water, three and a quarter
Once outside, drive fast
And go back to the warmness