Here comes the sun

In six months time, we'll know the routine
Here comes the sun*
Nina thumping on the keys
Beaming sunshine, gentle sweep

Here comes the sun...

I can hardly wait


(Written the week before my first baby boy is due.)

*Here comes the Sun by the Beatles (perf Nina Simone)

Tin cans

I get used to their bloom. 

The places they're found

The joy they bring

A tunnel escape

for the voiceless opera

I get used to the blues

of their fading spectrum
Flight wreckage
from a budget airline
never cleared 

I get used to the way they held hope for so many answers,
 offered none, but enough for one more

And one more 

Biscuit foil sky / pyro pink

Biscuit foil sky

Sugar screams coming from the high tide.

It's a picture night designed

for heavy shoulders formed 

for carrying so much noise. 

Gulls grace the sea. 

I hope anyone in need

gets the chance to see this.

Biscuit foil sky.

Sea swimmers have soup in their veins 

I push a pram away from the sun, 

 transfixed on its stand off with the moon 

It backs down and bleaches the sky pyro pink... 

Others no longer focused on patchwork pavements either.