Another poem I wrote many years ago.
Attercliffe of Bangkok
by me
Banana palms fruiting
machinery chugging
behind corrugated fences
Coconuts lying un needed
on the grass
Helicopters
bright butterflies
clear blue skies
A long wait for the Sheik
who talks and talks
Hours go by
In the grassy dark of palms
the thin white cat
eats duck I bought.
Audrey and I went on the field service Tuesday morning, after a shopping trip - to the pet shop - food for the birds - which reminds me that another pigeon has taken to sitting on our balcony railings. Which causes me, typing peacefully away, to be terror struck by a sudden ROAR of GET OFF MY BALCONY!! from Himself. The pigeon sits there calmly - flying slowly off at the last minute (a second before the foaming Captain Butterfly reaches it) - while I flap round the room in a panic and knock myself out trying to fly through the mirror.
Blood test this morning. New med no fun. Ken and Jean will pick me up at 7 for the Brighton Convention.
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