Ain’t Nuttin’ To It

Given a sunny day, a bit of catchy music, and there’s a dancing man on a deserted patio, with friends to join the fun …

AIN’T NUTTIN’ TO IT

bag-eared king
with white plastic throne                 

bare-kneed
shirt flapping

plucks guitar-strings
under street-corner stars

pins melody and harmony
to mindless wind

while his horn-crab feet
plat-plat on boards

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first published in Tower Poetry

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NEW! ‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’: poetry. This collection draws a picture of the poet’s divorced mother, an artist with two children, who struggled with poverty, war, and the realities of daily life, yet still found beauty and comfort in her garden, and her art.
From Inanna Publications, May 2016.