RDW's poems

POSTCARD

Corner of Margaret Street and Regent Street
Centre of London, 17 May 2002
9 in the morning, outside
the Mustard Cafe, and here I am: alive.

Not bad.  I’d like to share this pause in time
with you, in your own time.  We do not walk
to death, we run.  Head down briefcase business
suited dash.  So here outside the Mustard
Cafe, I took five minutes off from life
to be alive, and well, and write this poem.

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1 Comment »

  1. Actually this is about Madibuseng — without her, in May 2002 I would hardly have been well, or even very much alive.

    Comment by Richard — February 5, 2010 @ 12:17 am


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