Lately I've been Belated, Surprise
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


When I joke
It's like a hundred grim stings in my arch
And it seems
Like it won't let me down this fair March

And the beams
Of the sun, their rays seek their way to me
And they gleam
In a wide array of waves at sea

And I mean
All that I say and all that I do
And I may
Buy a bouquette of flowers just for you

If I say
That I won't be home again until June
It's okay
Just sit and sway and watch the flowers bloom