Poem: Saturday in Athens

Saturday in Athens   You can just  discern her, a faded imprint in the matinal shimmer a little shabbier than one might hope She sits and thinks and sits and thinks about her glorious heyday years (which all the world is still applauding) and wonders what will become of her…   But then as dusk […]

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The moment you wake

The moment you wake Is nothing The immense unknowable zero Before the big bang Of self-consciousness Who you are Where you are Who you know What you do   And then What you have to do this day   And what for breakfast? Swing round Slippers on Here we go again

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