Q&A : QED
I sit in the sun. You sit in the shade. And am I your sibling? Sister? Brother? Consider the clay of which we are made. Can you deny that we share a mother?
Dorsington, Warwickshire May 4, 2009
This poem is a work in progress. It is incomplete, unfinished and has not been revised. It is meant only to offer a glimpse into the notebook of a poet at work. Please do not post it onto other sites or publish it in any form without this notice being attached. Thank you — Felix Dennis