karen knight 2

For a Miracle

I'm waiting
for the eurhythmic sun
to give its light
to the seasonal mad.

for dancing bees
to pollinate
the Tarantino flowers
red,

for a baby lyre-bird
to mimic
mother-tunes
for me;

while I rap-gargle
my Largactil;

I wait
for someone
to tango me
out of here.

Karen Knight