Robert Verdon, #363, firing on three cylinders
met my grand-niece
Tilly today
three weeks old and
seven pounds
by the time she’s
15
I’ll be nearly 80
rose petals mistaken for glass
or vice-versa, while cycling
midday sun captured in a painting
every day, like Dorian Gray
rainbow a steady peacock’s tail
poetic as a three-speed bicycle
picture from a calendar of
forgotten days
in a Madelyn Garner poem
never have I noticed
how our city is cupped
in the hands of mountains
as I did this morning
recumbent, prepared for war
or the great discoveries
of this millennium
that will surpass all others
Firing on all six, mate. Glorious.
ReplyDeletethanks Rob!
ReplyDelete'our city is cupped in the hands of mountains', it truly is, beautiful, Robbie
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