Kathy Bampfield
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Kathy Bampfield
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Poetry
Tea on the shoreline 2007 A
boat drops me
off on
a peach shoreline with
the sun setting in the distance The
colors are breath taking When I turn you
are there waiting for me simply
waiting I’m
not sure why You
don’t say a word just
gently take my hand and
lead me down a winding path to
a wooden table engraved with flowers You signal me to sit I
do with that you serve me tea Tea
on the shoreline what
a funny evening with you I
know this won’t last I sip slowly savoring the view you any
moment my ride will be back ready
to pick me up You look at me place
a flower in my hair I smile You sip slowly savoring the view me soon
we'll be gone Tea on the shoreline a memory A
moment for you and me. How does
he work?… 2007 with
pieces of paper all over it bits
of pencil shavings on the keyboard I
don’t know how he works lights
the large desk top bills
n receipts in boxes at his feet with
a shadowy
corner when he needs a rest How
does he work? in
all this mess pieces
of himself all
over his desk How
does he work? half
eaten cookies on a plate empty
Chinese containers piled up paper
clips under his chair How
can he focus? I’d
clean it up shiny
and new but
I know he won't know what to do so I’ll
leave him to work in
all of this mess keep
the pieces
of himself all over his desk and maybe one
day he'll tell me How
does he work? |
