He is a drunk leaning companionably <br />Around a lamp post or doing up <br />With intermittent concentration <br />Another drunk's coat. <br /> <br />He is a polite but devoted Valentino, <br />Cheek to cheek, forgetting the next step. <br />He is feeling the pulse of the fat lady <br />Or cutting her in half. <br /> <br />But close your eyes and it is sunset <br />At the edge of the world. It is the language <br />Of dolphins, the growth of tree-roots, <br />The heart-beat slowing down.<br /><br />John Fuller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/concerto-for-double-bass/
