4R

( radio comedy, readin'rightin'rithmatick)


in a glass drunk
now broke
i toast you
a shout to the wind
blown to space
and dearth

'tis for you:
rains of ecstasy.
you're grace
water sings
in the sound of wings

bush canary, plover, 'pie

days of purity
seen through

your roomy I


the flock
number 
raindrops
the glitter of
early evening
and rainbows

 birds still breed
 volunteers still feed

and he is  light
pretty bird flight
night becomes day
 with him
never far away:

times of gallantry
and astor
astor
called charity.