28 September 2004
starting again
the gods
disappear into the woodwork
become gradient dancers on tea-stained
batik
and in the gamelan night
on the edge of sleep
a phantom drummer
ticks
a sonnet a minute through windows into the starry wood away
on the edge of village smoke
children
eat rice in their dreams while
Mr Smiley
bounces a ball
in a marble
hall
once only only tonight not forever