Monday, 12 January 2009

A very fine Random Hand.



And the dancing

It gets later and later and the lights
which are mostly red seem to have a bright white beginning

and you say that the weather will be sprinkles
which just makes me think of breakfast and the news

on the radio is grim and unthinkable, so much so
there’s no sense to be made. But the music tonight was good

and my back feels stretched though that also means sore
and all the people I saw were having such a nice time

and the dancing.

2 comments:

mand said...

Left me spinning.
80)

Crafty Green Poet said...

and the dancing indeed! i can relate to this so well. I've enjoyed browsing your other poems too!