OLD NOTES DRAFT 2

 

 

I am drained of much

and live in echoes,

bones brittle

and heart

flawed.

 

Yet I can laugh

and play

with dialog

with the shopkeeper

and the old woman

who sits outside

on the padded seat

of her walking frame.

 

Tradesmen bounce

out of their 

utilities and trucks

to buy a choc milk

and meaty pies.

 

She sips her coffee

silently in a 

meditation on

their exhaust.

 

 

 

Andrew BURKE

15/07/2022