Sleepless nights (1983) #3
August 12th, 2017two clocks ticking now
accidental counterpoint
ah! these small hours
two clocks ticking now
accidental counterpoint
ah! these small hours
already traffic
sounding below my window
at this early hour
as though conducted
by emerging light of day
birds begin to sing
no two colours yet the same
no two patterns repeated
free entertainment – these umbrellas
corner café window
driving snow on passing umbrellas
cold wet feet, but hot steaming tea
at first slowly,
then faster as each flake descends,
the snow invades my poem