oh listen
sixties music softly
remember
how she is here and now
and he is very far
6/3/12
free morning
I don’t know what to do
with myself
so seldom by myself
leisure hangs loose and strange
13/3/12
autumn equinox
a day of sun and showers
we get our hair cut
and make calls to creditors
tidying up for winter
**********************
when I was ten
my cousins from Burma
brought me a gift
a bamboo parasol
with a tip like a spire
I watch on TV
parasols in the crowd
blooming like hope
round the slender lady
smiling straight-backed
the golden spire
on the great pagoda
shines in the dawn
in old Rangoon city
I always imagined
20/3/12
‘My memory
is getting good,’ he says
recalling
childhood’s vivid details
but not last week’s movie.
27/3/12
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