Canto CCLIX

I can’t remember why I started this,
ego probably, we are all prone
to overestimating our abilities;

Happiness is filling up our room
like dragon smoke that pipes out from the lips
of our dozing baby girl, it’s like the womb

has grown to smother all of us, eclipse
the sneaky, gatecrasher September clouds
the muzzle newborn unfurling leaf tips.

What could spoil this muggy, content drowse?
What could stop the sweet milk overflowing?
A wasp in the salad, a dead mouse

inside the sliced wholemeal. A little poem.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    May 20, 2012 @ 01:01:51

    Some unusual phrases…
    I liked the dragon’s smoke and the dead mouse inside the sliced wholemeal.

    Reply

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