Valentine

We look away at the same sky;

a sky that’s always changing.

I fail to make this world benign,

although we see the same sky

and here we are, alone now,

side-by-side with waving trees

and, in a our time, unerring breeze

is dancing down a blinking street,

like dancing thoughts of two;

the best of me, the best of you.

Two Down’s Boys

 Here we are

in our aprons,

dripping lemonade.

People are peeping

and, in the restaurant, tittle tattle

leather skirts and thunderbolt words,

politics, bible and bartered

avocado and prawns.

But we are munching oily chips,

fit and fat,

bellowing hip-hop

from our chambered hearts

- magnificent brotherhood.

That’s where we’re at.