White Space Poem by GRANT FRASER

We'll just
have to make do,

As your buried
beneath my infinite
buys of poetry,
philosophy,
and forward march,

Next week I will
be residing
at Ted Hughes
birth house,
1 Aspinall Street,
Mytholmyroyd,
just so you
know where I am
going,

That's pretty close
to Bronte Country,
I know..

Will probably travel
to Haworth,

We've got the boys
with us,
including "Eddie",
the family dog,

We're going to fill
the fridge up with
fine food & champagne,

I'm looking forwards,
back most obviously,
at everything I say, or do,

Not that any of you,
will ever know that!
but that I am alive
to myself, and other's,

more close than Mars..

Anyway here's to all
the white, white, white,
space around here..

And to those whom
stumble across...

Happy Holidays!