After the fall
What poets have
in common with
disgruntled lovers
a desire
to give you
a bit of their lip
true
the eyes have it
quick to spot
the nest
with the feathered
bed
and that’s life
ear in ear out
the heart beating
on a conundrum
Out of Eden
there ran a river
hubble bubble garden
of toil and trouble
we are all
fall guys and girls
John Lyons