Un Chien Andalou
My Father as a dog lies on the road
Sunning as clouds roll overhead
And the breeze dons the scent of the olive bushes.
He raises his foot to scratch his ear
And bats away the flies that hover
Around the burning halo of the midday sun
That slices open his dreaming eyes,
Lazy in dotage he doesn’t stir
As a car briefly disturbs the silence
And the hillside heartbeat of cicadas.
Edward Lee is twenty-one and has recently finished studying music in Brighton.