Friday, September 30, 2016

Christopher Hopkins writes


the drink talks to me, 
in such beautiful rhymes.
I try to write it down, 
with little success.

The traffic calls and the raise
rumbles like a drum
and my coffee cup shakes 
and I whistle the tune all day. 

Your beauty pokes and kicks, 
and luck and love is
as lucky as I am. 
To be, with you.

I could lime the outers 
of my life
ready for the fall,

loving with you 

I am one with you. 

 The Egg Dance -- Pieter Aertsen

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