Abroad
You may set off and take me away.I am at last safely strapped in.
How many meters must we go to?
Ho ho!
Look at that!
I remember that tree
Fifteen years ago...
You want me to sit here and talk?
And there is going to be food?
Well look at that!
You have a beautiful
Old dog.
The horizon growls out
I am listening and seeing
Eating... everything!
Good grief the world is busy
In the middle of this remoteness...
You hand me some olives and smile.
I might venture further.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2010-10-08 at 02:22
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