11 February 2007

A Sunday Afternoon

Poems seem to arise
Every minute or so

Gone before I find a pen and paper


I walk to the supermarket

I walk back

Surprised it’s already past 4 o’clock


I ride my new bike

An epic journey

Around a few small blocks


A brief visit to Maenllwyd

Feels like a journey

To Shambala and back


A patch of snow in the gutter

Turns out to be

A plastic shopping bag


Not hungry

I think about sandwiches

Goats cheese and spinach leaves

[11 Feb 2007]

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