On the Train Back

I look but she has pushed her gazebeyond the glass and so, it seems,there will be no surrender climbingout from either plated heart. That afternoon we’d gone amongthe grass that sweeps around the lakeand talked of this and that, but nowshe points her eyes at walls and fences.

Cute Little Cyclops

The cute little Cyclopssquatting on what in olden timeshad been a hilltop bare.A whitewashed bungalow,excreting safety,makes a blind link in thelong chain of a legendof happiness, keptwarm in boxes. Itsbiggest bedroom liesbehind the cosy dormerwhere curtains, without warning,are drawn, and the two of usare heading apart once more.

Renovation

Scaffolding is crawling all over the library.Granite defiant in the face of indignityAnd helpless inconvenience. So muchTrapped inside, but this is allFor its own benefit and the goodOf those who love it and thoseWho don’t but who must, nonetheless, workHard to make it better. Perhaps,However, the old grey dear willEventually grow on the latterLike pine … Continue reading Renovation