True Lies (Vingt et Un)
Every poem has a kernel...
Draught in the Desert
Spring came early here...
Ah, she walks through my youth
drawing me back to beaches...
Already dead tree
provides a safe nesting site...
Old man still a child
rubs mist from a tram window...
A father's a man
who gets his own birthday cake...
You dance, leading me rhythmically,
in a slow waltz at three/four time...
It's a husband's job
to misconstrue his wife's tastes...
Counting again - dammit:
steps, calories, lights, days...
Love is the thing that interrupts my daily routine
That states there is someone more important than...
Life, if you live it,
does not have to be painless...
If I could give you anything
it would be moments...