No more skate board

I am living on the skate-board of life 

not young - no more

can I

take the board

and fly like youth

before I die.

But on the board

of poetry

and with my fellow poets

use the wings of words

high up like birds

circling in the clouds

absurd

romantic imaginations

sending out their great

vibrations

round the world 

and back again.

From home they come

returned and warmed

by all you lovely

poets

who sit beside your new machines

and weave for me your

wonderful dreams

Long live poetry

the music of the mind.