Tag Archives: Saturday

London

you held my hand
in the crowd
I led you gently

we walked through Saturday
saw the city
opening like tulips

we shared our food
in Brick Lane
Brasserie

you slept
on the train
head on my shoulder

it felt like love
tasted like love
looked like love

~

CLP 24/04/2022

on time

someone chose sixties
but each day's spin could have been
played out in nineties

~

CLP 12/12/2021

on waking

another morning
not enough hours to enjoy
all I've been blessed with

~

n.b. Starting with a heartbeat.

In fond memory of Moira.

CLP 27/11/2021