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 ..