A Cautious Distance
A cautious distance
Is what her instincts
Say she must afford
Fearing above all else
What her dear café
Friends
Might make of it
Interpret
Frown upon
Or indeed applaud
Answers on a postcard please
Or call me
You have my number……..
Those vicious rants
So despised
Yet so very oft adored
Poor poets one and all
So would he….
Might he……...
Must he……….
Throw it all away
For a handful of poems
And a promise
Answers on a postcard please
Or call me
You have my number………