Few Lines, You See, You See, Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Few lines, you see, you see,
I could not muster more
Though
I have an excuse, a reason,
I assert:
I have been busy out, the streets
Were cold, slovenly the
Pedestrian streets, their bricks untidy,
And here and there small pools of rain
That had been falling.
Thought sublime flashed and went.
Then
I rolled back into my mood of discontent.
I saw an insect twitching in the dirty
Waters on the dirty pedestrian street:
And I saw its agony and started
To think again:
The mood of the heavens was dark
And frowning
Better walk without thought, then think so drear.