Kerri Shying R # 497 - Cafe Inu

Café Inu

the days

that run like    

meditate the morning

let screens slow down  

sun

a dapple  overhead 

new heart places be seated

 in the front yard

know how each room smells

touching

hugging   the bodies

of my friends

 

we ate lunch

down by the river

in the big metal shed

the sweetness of the mustard

the bun

 the Japanese hot dog

walked 

a hundred metres

without a walker or a stick

touched

the large secure granites

guarding banks from swells  

detectives

of our places   we

see the new steps

down    into the current

what the hell are they for

makes it easier to kill yourself 

says Cosmo   

we laugh    nobody

much imagines drowning 

at this bend of the river

and we are all

from old to young

scarred and too stubborn

to let go