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