Tuesday, May 3, 2011

POEM: "A Little Conversation At The Bar"

A Little Conversation At The Bar

In the spirit, I ask him, where is your spirit
In askance, you ask me, what do you mean?

What elevates you, I say, fearing no reply
Get away, you baulk, I work for my living

Always good, the leaves that keep on growing
Do you think the world doesn't notice you?

I play cricket, I'm captain of my Shanghai club
Do you follow the footie or the cricket yourself?

No, I was a rock climber for so many years
I was selfish, all other sports overtook me

So then, are you a specialist, I think to ask
I'm an all-rounder, you answer, I play it all

Willow bat that carves through watery planes
The balls that I tried seaming to perfect flight

In our imaginations, we both recoil.

© 2011 Rob Schackne

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