Poems By Allan Brown


_meta-pherein_

"Remember please,"
the Stroller reminds,
"Your proper poem
must be teetering always
this side then that,
without falling over."

_Julia's clothes_
(with apologies to Rbt Herrick)

If a well-draped shape
is the name of the game,
Julia's anonymous.


_Iterant Avian Imagery in the Poems of Allan Brown_

As my wife, glancing
through whatever litmag
it was contained me,
once aptly observed:
"There's that bloody bird again."