a gift, perhaps, from one bereft scribe
to another without inspiration.
It feels comfortable to grip, neat
in the hand and it has ink inside.
The run is good, no skipping puncuation
marks to spoil the flow. I wonder if a gift
of words accompanies the pen.
Something to say about the zeitgeist;
that the euro won't fail, the banks will lift
their eyes away from the bottom line,
or handshakes will be abolished from the list
of things to do in Belfast when you're dead.