Joyce's Araby

I love the weak sun as it filters through the clouds.

On a rainy day in the pub
Waiting for your part-time lover to arrive, that we might share a flirtatious glance.

I love the very air today, and whisper wishes upon the breeze.

And subtle melodies sing out it’s evergreen.

I love.

I love Joyce’s Araby that I have just read, and will read again.

I am one million miles away from pain.

And am high from a single cigarette.

That I might share a single glance
Is enough for me and life is much enhanced.