It's All In The Game Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The curtains are singing
to the geraniums.

The curtains sing in the voice of THE FOUR TOPS.

'...and he'll kiss your lips...and caresse your waiting... fingertips..'

The geraniums
just blush a deep red

as the Sixties sunshine
makes their copper pot home

glisten... glisten...I listen...

to all this

and know

that someday I will travel to these words and make them real

and that my heart... my '...heart's gonna fly...fy away.'


(For Scarlet O' Treat)