Waiting

Some days he feels

Hard done by

By the colour of his blood

Or else by the wind beyond his window

Some days love

Rears its ugly head

And demands

That he kiss her pretty face

And that they then keep time together

Forever keeping score between themselves

In exile overseas or else

In permanent disgrace

Some days it is this that takes his breath away

Some days it it is the wind

Some days it is the sinner in her

Some days it is the sin