Thursday, November 29, 2012

Hot November night

from w

Hot November night  3 a.m.

The moon blurs beyond the jackaranda
As Radio Magic and the Seekers befriend,
Rocking riding rolling out on the bay
all bound for morning sound many miles away.

Iced coffee, with heart shaped blocks of  ice sooth.
The arthritus has not kicked in
With the 26 degree heat, a blessing.

Then I think of army tents
On a ravaged island,
Unwelcome strangers
       All bound for mourning sound
Many miles away.


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