from the oven
we take love
and sit still in
the garden
the bats bewildering
above..lily sighs
and says, are nt stars
smug, then-i don´t like
them-a past time
no-forgetting-shackling
man and repeating hate
and cruelty masquerading
as future times..

a lotus eater (eating
pizza)-a land where past
is forgotten-the moment betwixt
sunsets......................
4 pm a glass of cool
milk and a twix-
(i don´t recall
tennyson..)

how many stars are there
paul?
more than ten, lol..!
if there were proof
if there were proof
but all there is-
all we have-
(lily is short on words)
only the silence..
a little bird sings..