Tuesday, July 26

A Poem for Thursday

the bolt

came out of a clear blue sky
one minute
drinking guinness
watching gulls slowly rising
from the river
as the tide returned.

cut grass and cylists
and a Ferry view.


somehow we knew
as she crossed to the window
wound down to take
the unexpected heat.

parked cars and parents
and the green of the playing field.


this like the loss of the Angles.
no good screaming down
dream corridors
after a departing soul.

bacon, eggs and tomato
and the presentation's the thing.


a knowing look
and again
Castor and Pollux had all the answers.

Click you heels together
and Kansas is home.

This is my dear friend Dorothy working at the Oaks Cafe.
Sweet memories. 

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