TULIPS AND SAINTS
While admiring
the new fence
we chat
about your wife
being promoted
to sainthood.
Suddenly
you blink at me
on your back
from the tulip bed
aged ninety
methodically
taking your pulse
the hot weather
has disturbed
your chemistry
so we totter,
an odd couple
while your reminisce
about young ladies
trusting you
on ocean cruises.
London 2003
RETURN TO THE LIST OF CATEGORIES
