* a night out with friends


It is here

    in this half-cold night

    seated around a table

    with a dry leaf falling every now and then

    and our laughter slow and easy

that ones finds the true poetry of life

not in the heavy texts of

Shakespeare and the scholars

not even underneath my pen

(all though I try)

but no

it is here

    in the bottom of a half-empty glass,

    hideen underneath a napkin

    and behind someone's lose strands of hair

It's right here.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

published in "Labour of Love" July 2006, in Tower Poetry Winter '07-'08, and in SP Quill Spring 2008

published in Tower Poetry, Winter Edition Vol. 56 no 2

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