Neville

Lost Back in Africa .. and On Selling the VW

Lost Back in Africa

 

It was while he was watching

her wearing

the white woolen cot shawl

   like that ..

Tied by her nannie, to protect

her head

from the sun, as she played

   in the park ..

He thought she looked like

a young

Arab sheikha, or beautiful

princess

and for a moment or two,

found himself

   once again lost back in Africa ..

 

On Selling the VW

 

Selling the VW

was an absolute wrench ..

A bit like selling

the bolt hole in Bulgaria ..

After all, it was

part of their everything ..

All they shared

of course, but not only

what they

made or then owned ..

But their entirety,

their history, their hearts

and their souls ..

Yet still they have each

other and one

just can’t put a price on

the kind of love they share ..