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These Days
& these days
I stumble through crowded rooms
someone’s devil’s advocate
forever winning cases
healed heart wounds
butterfly fingers
concerto of words
mind a jellyfish
occasionally released
& has he forgotten
how we rode
through the whale cage
of the country
& why don’t we live apart
anymore
growing ever familiar
& you wonder
if he’s in bad company
if the cards
show him the joker
or the king of spades
& if birds land
on his windowsill
to curse the eve
Tristan & Iseult
a weathered cormorant
how does me pass my days
somewhere on a mountain top
or on a plaza or by an ocean
what kind of things move me
a dry stone wall a lantern
first daffodils a postage stamp
from them a spring wassail
we pass each other like shadows
& strangers do not speak
sat on benches side by side
& all our yesterdays
played out at the Minac
Copyright © Peter Antony Hewitt 2017
& these days
I stumble through crowded rooms
someone’s devil’s advocate
forever winning cases
healed heart wounds
butterfly fingers
concerto of words
mind a jellyfish
occasionally released
& has he forgotten
how we rode
through the whale cage
of the country
& why don’t we live apart
anymore
growing ever familiar
& you wonder
if he’s in bad company
if the cards
show him the joker
or the king of spades
& if birds land
on his windowsill
to curse the eve
Tristan & Iseult
a weathered cormorant
how does me pass my days
somewhere on a mountain top
or on a plaza or by an ocean
what kind of things move me
a dry stone wall a lantern
first daffodils a postage stamp
from them a spring wassail
we pass each other like shadows
& strangers do not speak
sat on benches side by side
& all our yesterdays
played out at the Minac
Copyright © Peter Antony Hewitt 2017