Reading about Su Shi
a boat going to Hainan
that island of exile
is it a performance poem
I’m on the city tram
it’s a birthday present
I’m grinning like an ape
seeing a fellow wearing
the same pair of shoes
I catch his eye
& point at his feet
is it a road poem
he frowns & looks away
where’s yr paintbrush
I get to my train on time
I love this one Rob - I've come back to re-read it a few times. Glad you made the train :)
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you miss the train