the plot

the plot

The Plot

It was after eight o`clock in the evening before it got cool

enough to go for a little drive my interest the savannah

like grass made golden by the falling sun, it was then I saw

the eyes of lions keeping an eye on me. Lions around here

 are not bigger than a
cat you can take one home but it

scratches your furniture is untidy and bite.

I had a beautiful girlfriend, let me hastily add years ago,

she was intensely jealous going out with her was an ordeal

I had to look at her or the table it was like she wanted to
be

inside of my eyes to see what I saw.

One day she broke up with me and slammed the door shut,

her friend came asked me to take her home since it was dark.

She invited me for a coffee suspecting foul play said no
thanks

The day after I dried my feet on the town`s doormat took

the bus down to the coast and re- joined the merchant navy.

 I dint’s come near
the place for years. Yes, I learned then it had

been a sordid little plot.     

It is beautiful driving around her as the shadows get longer

I stop the bike and the stillness is beautiful nature
doesn’t

play tricks it just is and I`m not burdened by age this
evening

and there are no poisonous snakes here.