Revolutions
(for Chris)
You were half a
world away, planning
peaceful revolutions.
You lunched at
breakfast, slept
at tea, woke as I fell
asleep. My wheels
turned on daily
journeys, willing
your return.
A two week
sentence separated us
the day I got a
puncture. I made
vows for this:
still, revolution is hard.
There was no time
to fix the bike –
without you, life gets complicated
1 comment:
That's a brilliant poem, Virginia. I love the word play. It works v well without knowing you - and knowing you both, or rather your story, it REALLY works. Fantastic!
You're a real poet!
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