Saturday, November 23, 2013


Hey, how’ye doin’ out there
How'ye takn' it
Today, lightly, watching
That old man in his armchair
Slightly bent to the lake
His son carries him
Only Sundays, smoking
His pipe and recollect
Flickers of light, distant
Spaces, a melody and 
All the reasons why
These curtains don’t need to be
Stainless anymore