2005
I woke up late, thoughts, of course, askew.
I, for breakfast, last night’s rice and warmed up stew
to help in getting the hard morning through,
with a thick smear of margarine on crispy toast.
To the Llywnu phone, a place that can boast
a booth that works, where buses coast
on down the hill, St Teilo’s to
Hillcrest, the Pen y Pound and through
to churches of warm sandstone hue.
I can’t think of anything else.
