Thursday Morning Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Thursday Morning



BLOSSOM THROSTLE

Every morning, I say:
"Do you want some coffee
Blossom Throstle? "

And you say:
"That would be great"
Or, "Maybe"
Or, "I have to have a shower
Because I need to do my hair"
Or, "I‘ll just do my make-up".

You like it strong with a dash of milk
I like buckets of Trim
But we both abjure sugar
As it is a modern-day excess.

After my heart has stopped
Palpitating, I settle
In my favourite green chair
And meditate.

I always look at the bank
Under the mustard-coloured house
And try to see how far
My planting is coming along.

On Thursdays, we take out the rubbish
In our green wheelie bins
Because the trucks might
Damage the road.

This morning, Joanne scurried out
Through the morning rain
With her bin and sprinted back -
More of a wet chook than a thrush.

And you are taking the boys
Early for road patrol
And then on to sort the clothes
With Justine for the School Fair.


Now the rain has died down
The birds are singing again.

Thursday, July 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Love
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Every day life in Island Bay, Wellington
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