What Goes Around
At last I can leave
the window ajar
to sense those languid
sounds of the street
like life itself returning
from some distant place
a world woken up
by a warm gentle kiss
Promise too in the bee’s
tender tap on my window
busy on beatnik rounds –
I am wishing him luck
on a maverick wind
in the cool melodious rain
poem and image © copyright David Francis Barker 2011
*First published in Shot Glass Journal in 2011
Windows
we admire the window’s
fine proportions
giving out
onto bare trees
a grey sky
those pervading
stillnesses of space
and the coffee
is good and strong
good enough to take black
to sit back with
and to savour
and listen
can you hear the
crows calling?
they’re telling of
eastern winds
bringing on the winter
which arrives tomorrow
but against
this crackling fire
our comfort is fixed
by your hand in mine
© copyright David Francis Barker 2011
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