Sunday, September 17, 2017

Rob Schackne #468 - Looking Up

Looking Up

Just a single poem
playing loud enough
to wake the baby

Always a way out
from the edge I see
a suitcase by an empty road

The cover’s good
they’re shooting at you
just stay where you are

There are six stars
in the sky tonight
don't count the buildings

Maybe two poems away
from death I'll write
this very carefully:

Outside tonight
in a Shanghai courtyard
after a good curry
at the Indian
a light shower
under a bamboo stand
it's all the umbrella you need
when of a sudden
a huge gust of wind…


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