Tuesday, 7 September 2010


My son looks about heads in
a late night restaurant, sighs, knowing
he has to do it for us all again;

puts on a 3 cornered hat,
comes to his feet, extends both arms
and shouts in his loudest voice

‘Aaaaaaaargh! I be Jack Sparrow!’
so a wave of laughter rolls on breath,
like wind on the sea, on the sea,

like wind on the languid sea.

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