This little harbour
where bored pupils moor their boots
In faggy mist. School is forgotten now,
Stubbed out
As we dawdle and drag.
Trawling for laughter,
Our words puffed out
Or held in the heart
Expelled in perfect gossiping rings.
Through the window,
In the streets,
Afternoon spills into evening
A rush-hour of flowing feet and faces.
The moon is a silver spoon.
Lights come on in the café.
Every word has been said now.
The chink of cup and spon is done
As we fumble for change
And dispense like sugar
Dissolving inyo the caffeine city
With peppermimts handy for questioning parents;
But for now we are sails,
Filled with ourselves
Heading homeward
Through he dregs
Of dusk
Written by Andrew fusek Peters and Polly Peters
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Life Of Poetry
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