A suburban evening <br />and a casual cigarette in the garden. <br />Can there be more bliss? <br /> <br />All about is smoky late birdsong, <br />from those <br />who have best adapted <br />to our robust expansion. <br /> <br />“It is evening. <br />Everybody, <br />it is evening.” <br /> sings the blackbird. <br /> <br />I flick ash on the floor <br />and toast the blackbird with a cough.<br /><br />Phil Lucas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-a-garden/
