Winter On My Bed. Poem by Tony Adah
Winter On My Bed.
I am no longer on a straw matress
Not on the bare floor either
I am lying on the surfs
Churned by the winter breeze in the quay
I have been around a couple of times
Good enough to unravel the myth of hope
And I am fine
On this bed
Where everything is cold-
The harbour breeze, the bed and its cover
My body is frozen in the ephemeral winter
And after this a warm summer!
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