I'm offering apology
credit
do bad things and don't
say sorry yet.
Later you can say, I'm
sorry for … whatever
because we will have
forgotten by then
once we've walked down
the hill
comparing brass notes
and seen that
kookaburra.
We used to feed them
the fatty ends of lamb chops
when they were not so
wildly expensive.
They'd bang the chop end against the verandah rail.
What I'm thinking of is
going to look at Blue Poles
or sitting in that
armchair on the bookshop's second floor
I'm thinking of eating
eggs and drinking coffee. I don't ever
want to sit in a
waiting room
listening to breakfast
tv audio
ever ever again but
some things are not a choice, like I said.
It's probably a
dehumidifier, how come I hadn't thought of that.
There won't be a break
for a while, but it's nice to think about.
A kookaburra can fly up
to a branch and look for food
or, if the belly's full
and the babies' fed, mooch.
Did you know you really
can see the water from here?
slightly uncanny I was drafting a poem with kookaburras just before I read this ... because they're everywhere I guess
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but maybe this ought to be a new category of poem for the conversation? - the serendipitous -- the theme we just happen to be writing at the same time
Let the 'conversation in poetry mind meld' poems commence!
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