It’s peaceful now. The afternoon is still.
The street is quiet. Voices very dear
Reach up the stairs, caress me like a thrill
From heaven. I am home and you are here.
Crudely pinned, the walls all wear
Dozens of paintings; on the floor
In stripy dress a silent bear...
I’m a classicist of the old school
I’m into rhyming, iambs, dactyls
Go blank sometimes, but essentially cool...
