Wait for Me
Suddenly the park is vast,
its distances like those between the stars.
The tiny bike is heavy
and designed more for safety
than speed.
And Daddy
has never looked so small,
so far away, and on his mobile phone.
It seems like now or never
or forever will take place on this machine.
Daddy. Stop a minute. Wait for me.
Bransbury Park, 28/4/13
David Green
- David Green (Books) is the imprint under which I published booklets of my own poems. The original allocation of ISBN numbers is used up now, though. The 'Collected Poems' are now available as a pdf. The website is now what it has become, often more about music than books and not so often about poems. It will be about whatever suggests itself.
