A Sunday Afternoon

Poems seem to arise
Every minute or so
Gone before I find a pen and paper

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I walk to the supermarket
I walk back
Surprised it’s already past 4 o’clock

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I ride my new bike
An epic journey
Around a few small blocks

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A brief visit to Maenllwyd
Feels like a journey
To Shambala and back

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A patch of snow in the gutter
Turns out to be
A plastic shopping bag

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Not hungry
I think about sandwiches
Goats cheese and spinach leaves


[11 Feb 2007]