Happy Ballantyne's

a busy day.
tired my eyes out
trying not to look at you
across the table
tittering like a boy
at my lame jokes

a happy day.
among friends, in moments,
some good, some deep, some naughty;
i will strive to keep them all
in my heart forever

a simple day.
botanising on the asphalt
between aldwych and kingsway
between north bank and south
living on cold sandwich
and grinning

a quick day.
a timely reminder comes
of how the days go by;
not those many any more
till i start writing the next tale

i come home to constantine and tell him
that every minute must be lived.