
A ‘Rhymer’ for Sis
Was luxury having the home back again,
of wolfing down breakfast at 4 a,m
and pounding out my story of Jerri and Jane
remembering, remembering those times
with Mattie in the tent —
of a glorious youth gloriously misspent;
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o, the plethora of pens at my side
inviting me to paint them any colour ink ;
the clatter and clashes of dishes in the sink,
the luxury of noise again, my friend on his plane,
I walk back and forth
between bedroom and desk.
Not caring if later I feel a wreck,
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A carnival of lights, the pulse of productivity,
I gobble down the morning, this one’s for me !
& this one’s for you, sis! See you next time.
O, the luxury of writing once again in rhyme.








