Poems

Poem

                         First, months

of flash, thud, shudder,

 

then the wailing...

                            Months,

that's half a young cat's life

 

Poem

Now we're up on the edge

and over, on the mountain

with mountains beyond. Behind us,

            in the dark

of the valley, villages are embers

Poem

Nobody knows what Jonjo knows. Nobody knows but he,
So Jonjo took me for a walk and showed his world to me.