Bed Poem 6 May version, by pd lyons


Sometimes

angels sang

in his head

as he lay

across the aubergine and green bed

 

Sometimes the sun

danced elliptical

 edging his cup

fingers tap tapping

cosmical coded eclipses

Sometimes the day

just began this way

open windows

white  blinds

even traffic softer

as if the dust of dark ages

shed 

unknown

precisely

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