(memory of holidays)
it had hard marble floors stretching
they were speckled grey
and were clean
the shower curtain in the bathroom
had a dark blue siluette
of a naked women carrying flowers
it was lovley
there was sand in the bath
we used to bagsie showers on our way home
from family days of the beach
and sitting in the back of the car we would shout
"me first for the shower", "me second"
... a ritual, did we really care?
palm trees swayed softly in warm air
cactie held water for drinking later
peoples skin shone of sunshine
the rubbish stunk but it didnt seem to smell bad
the train came by lazily
people siestered gently
while the town closed down for the afternoon
like a broken train, not even at its' station
people drank from long tall glasses in the evenings
tall glasses filled to the top with ice and rum
rum poured in without measuring
and drank late into unmeasured warm, long, spanish, summer evenings.
Sunday, 24 May 2009
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very moving and lovely poems, touched my heart sadly and warmly... liked the Alice in Wonderland last poem,about corn on the cob and the old lady at the bus stop was described with such compassion and painterly images... glad there are still some humans in the world - like some kind of russian poem...
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