abysmal dancer witters on:
‘…got a Twitter, Andy tweeted. So,
I tweeted back. How we tittered.’
I looked out on the ragged garden:
taken a good winter battering, well
grazed by bold Sussex Hens
(the dog is indoors a lot of late).
My word mind lands on ‘Topiary’:
Sculpted hedgerow dinosaurs;
Gothic ramparts; all shapes phallic,
A racing car with driver, a duck,
Oh, and a family of elephants.
And nearly lost to reason I paused
And came to my senses.
The duties of the day press in:
Wake the dead, feed the head,
Clean up, sit up, sit down,
wash my feet, eat…