Nice
Coffee
Nice
coffee! fresh milk.
I can
make a cat happy,
donating
breakfast
to her
small world.
Who was
that wise woman,
years
ago, who said, and sang
just
love someone, doesn’t matter
who?
your gay parrot
or your
tired old neighbour.
Can’t
remember her name,
google
it.
Have to
charge up,
both my
legs and my
internet.
Do that. Meanwhile,
check
last night’s poem...
it’s
ok; nothing that will shatter
the
Melbourne scene
with my
brilliance,
but ok.
It
rained again last night.
The
birds seem pleased.
I’ll
read more later, memories.
Lot’s
to do. Juz coming today,
want to
make it nice for him,
the
lunch, the meals to take home
to
Windsor, the extras
to make
life easier.
No need
to water the plants;
their
earth is damp
from
last night’s showers.
The
birds seem pleased.
Nice
coffee.
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