1
Still free-floating
from that star sprinkled night
This morning in a café
I saw the face of God
on a colourful postcard
He was winking
2
Counting the coins
before you throw them
into this gilded
wishing well
A mathematical exercise
in futility
3
Last night I wept
for days so long gone
The withered pages
of their history
have turned and curled with age
And I brief recalled
a smile on a lonely street
A rag-tag boy
who might have been a friend
but turned away
And memories become
nothing but cues
for necessary tears
4
I said
the devil made me do it
But that was perhaps
a little dark lie
Still it’s true enough
He influenced me
a little in his way
and that is perhaps
much the same thing
5
When darkness came
to this humble house
he wore a long dark coat
And he would…
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Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 