amidst last years seedy
stems, the labyrinth
breathes deeply.
Two hot cross buns
I buy them both,
the walk finds potted
tulips too.
We talk across the
miles, celebrate tickets
bought, share joy
and sorrows depth.
Laundry's done, another cup
of steaming green tea
I read that Derek Walcott died
(old news, unless you were
with a newborn and her family
for a week)
I give thanks for his many gifts
to me,
"love after love"
perhaps the
greatest
one.
gkn March 2017
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