Chipped window

(You see, poetry is in everything.
I'm just bringing it
to your attention. A way
of seeing, if you like. You
asked for it.

I spin poetry,
Nature compels it, evolution,
you could say. Like
you might pin a tail on a donkey,
or a monkey,

I see something else in a hanky, say
or a stone that chips a window.
I see a boy with a catapult,
though younger then.
A stone that went
round the earth for him.)

Perfect stone.


Cor, 1999