Sunday, 17 May 2009


I went to the beach.
It rained, so I left.
There are different types of wet
and being rained on is having your biscuit
licked by a slobbery dog
but the sea welcomes you in the warm tears
of her wide throbbing heart.


sarah said...

These are great, po!!! I canned myself a little there

po said...

Thanks Sarah :)

Jodie said...

I love your poems. They're little nuggets of sunshine. Thank you po.

po said...

Thank you Jodie.