Poem of the Week

Going to stay some time before hopping

on the train all the way to Como.

Disoriented in London. It's so warm,

humid, but human, overcast and muggy.

Joy's not well, she got sick in Egypt.

String quartet at St. Dunstan's in Fleet Street.

Violinist cut her finger in a kitchen

accident and hadn't played for a year.

Microscopic surgery. Cut nerve.

But now she thinks she's going to be fine.

After the wine and cheese reception (tacky!)

(but nice) took picture of an old statue

of Queen Elizabeth (the first) that had just

been discovered in somebody's basement

and installed over the sacristy door.

Walking all through Westminster buying slides.

Weatherman on BBC-1:

Today most wet spots will become

dry and most dry spots will become wet.

Of course he said this with a smiling face.