Welcome
Welcome to RozGoddard.com. Here’s a poem I would like to introduce myself with.
The Men from Lithuania
The men from Lithuania
are standing in a rainbow
wearing the wrong clothes.
Versions of them dark and slim
bend in the water. A gust of wind
sends a shiver across the surface
and for a moment they disappear.
I could be on the threshold, a long lost sister
come home for Christmas with pound store gifts
and they my indulgent brothers
such is the softness of expression, the open arms.
Come in, come in
I have been nowhere to warrant this visit
the car has the lightest coating of pollen
a fairy breath of dust.
I should save the money, drop the coins
somewhere safe.
But the men from Lithuania are dancing,
begining a low song,
turning the world white with suds.
And I like the music just now after rain – the Nissan too is responding, dancing back.