Well, Anima and I went shopping, waltzing about the aisles of Morrison's and having the time of many whales.
When I got back there was a manuscript outside under an empty colander, cherry-stones in an empty coffee-mug, and ALL the cherries were gone from the fridge. There was also a note on Lunk's door saying: 'Ay me! Do not disturb!'
Lunk's Manuscript:
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Eating Cherries in the Rain:
Modern Senryus
The oblivion of a guzzling -
cramming in the sweet flesh
left-handedly,
*
while the right
holds a pencil -
waiting in vain.
*
Toothing the stone -
in, behind the teeth,
and out and in
*
as the cherry flesh
assents to be spread
across the palate
*
sweet-throating to swallow
as jaw works compulsively
his finest crafts.
*
Colander empties:
stones and stalks within a
coffee cup accumulate.
*
Rain is indecisive:
dark cloud-calligraphies
are unending.
..
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Keep The Home Fires Burning
PoesiaA poetry Collection. Now Lunk has taken to his bed, swearing not to write one more word about C, and muttering 'bloody garden', it behoves (Love that word, don't you?) me (and Anima) to fill out his shoes, with soil and flower seed. So we will be 'e...
