thoughts on a Saturday

 Thoughts on Saturday

 I saw the Queen of England on TV it was her birthday and people
were out waving flags. I dislike monarchy in any form
but the Queen looked splendid in a blue sky dress
and there were proud men in fantasy uniforms
riding on  beautiful horses; no one does
pageant better than the English.
But my heart was not in it, I still lament
the death of Bourdain it was like losing a brother
like me, he was a chef that broke out of the kitchen
and ventured the world.
I have written a poem about my brother's struggle
with depression but hesitate to publish it
as it might offend his children. Of course, I could
have avoided the absolute truth, but then I would have
done him a disservice. I'm still in Algarve, the removal van broke down,
 it will take a few days to repair it not that I mind moving house at my age is difficult.
O well, I have to relax and take it as it comes.