Instant Poem

Snapshot (out of sink)

today has been
topped off with
two pork pies

after a morning
doing a community
centre wash-up

with a one-armed
young lady wiping
up. At uni I put in

claims for teaching,
and talked drumming
with a first year

percussion student
with pill-popped eyes
in spring sunshine

who wanted to know
if I had any African
equipment ... I have

masks, I told him,
many masks, but
you've seen many

of them already.
He looked puzzled
then broke into a

smile. Ahh, he said.
Yes, I said. And
we stood there goofishly.