Jacaranda and Jayne
August JoyWas August joy for grandeur
Or the sport of Jacaranda's birth?
One hundred suns--I dallied some--
In praise of life and soul and earth.
Was August joy for grandeur
Or the sport of Jacaranda's world?
No playground mirth. this tribal birth--
Jacaranda weeps, beholds stars and stripes unfurled.
Sister Jayne
My brown-haired sister, Jayne.
There floats her pretty laugh again.
But rather like a hyena in a swaggering half canter.
And when I impress her so, she merely smiles
And skuttles Her Majesty's fleet
On my side of the pond.