“A beer and a book on a Sunday” (little poem of last night).

A beer and a book on a Sunday


with songs from the seventies

on in the kitchen drifting

above the dirt on the floors,

wafting beneath the smells

of basil and cheese in the oven.

In the ocean the tides move

everything slightly every

few seconds but here tonight

I am as still as a stone

in a slow-moving stream.