Saturday, July 13, 2013

GOODBYE GOA!


The Church bell tolls twelve
the swing scarcely stirs
Bereft of banter, unmanned 
is my Home and Garden.
Freely now, the squirrel scampers
the kingfisher squawks Goodbye
The lapwing pipes its dirge
"did he do it, did he do it..."
Echoes across emerald haze
flood my memory-room
Drowning the ocean roar
the rain pours her heart out.