Wednesday, 10 March 2010

Background Music

Music plays and we’re with friends,

drinking wine and drinking beer;

Andrew’s there, it’s not too late,

and mouths are jabbing me, me, me

when Andrew stiffens, widens eyes

hunting, hunting for a feel

of background music rising free

- he’s noticed, listen, noticing

some music that is soaring off

and both his feet are rising, rising:

floating in a pulse of sun

while you and I are thrashing, thrashing,

thrashing through the frost.

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