Monday, June 20, 2011

Thirty Five Minute Poem

Thirty five minutes ago
The alarm clock woke me
It was cold
I put on a tee shirt
Went downstairs, made a coffee
Peered through the blind
It was still dark

Half dreams, thoughts, drifting fragments

I watch the clock
It’s five to
I have to get up at eight
The window-fitters arrive at half past

Thirty five minutes to go
The phrase passes by again
And I wonder if there’s a poem there

Probably not

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