Semi-Precious Summers
I wonder,
does she ever even notice
these days ..
When she’s passing, that is ..
How the old wisteria
just happens to be weeping
amethysts again ..
Presumably for us
this spring, and throughout
the whole
of our semi-precious summer ..
Just look,
where they lay now ..
And in such pretty little heaps ..
There, beneath
what was once
our bedroom window ..
Yes there, where we made love,
caught laughter,
and even wrote half decent poetry ..
Now though,
a most redundant sanctuary ..