The Very Air …

Last night, after dancing, laughter,

Connections became passion –

Not yet to be mistaken for commitment –

Between strawberry-blush skies

And a succession of

Blueberry and ash ridges.

This morning

The coffee bites,

There’s salt in the wind, and

The very air has an edge.

 

Big Apple Come-Down

Ghost-blonde, in green,

There, then not

In this Babel state-of-mind tower:

Brought in, carried away

By trader winds.

Is this how life goes by:

Vertical sections

Crumbling to dust

As a billion pilgrims

Walk by, not knowing

Their own moon

Is fast-falling?

Thanks …

About to eat, go to bed, get up, climb into a car to travel to an airport and fly towards a Big Apple.

Will be away and off-line for the next two weeks because of these plans, maybe longer depending on inspiration and energies.

But wanted to say a big thanks to all who have paid any attention whatsoever to my posts and thoughts.

A journey from N.Y. via points south to Washington D.C feels like it could be great.

Hope to be back soon.

Strength and patience to your blogging muscles.

“It’s Sport, Jim, But Not as we Knew It …”

So, some moneybody said,

“How about we

Pay more for ’em,

Set no limits,

Pay ’em more;

Give ’em much more

Than an hour an’ a bit

Of a Saturday afternoon?

Put the celebrity shine on

Lads who once were welders,

Scoring for chicken ‘n beans?

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Across the Water

Man hangs, happily distracted,

From a dream of smoke.

In another world; his

Friend is at one end

Of a fight-tense line.

Between them a woman whose

Skeleton is a charity-shop stool frame.

Across the smooth water

A thin stick holds up a man.

Me? I’m here; balancing unsteadily

On a reflection that shifts and

Cannot possibly be me

I’m not that colour, I’m not

That rigid, that tired, don’t

Look as old as the water

So faithlessly shows.