Poem # 2,791 | Bird song late above us

For L

Bird song late above us
in winter view trees & a
chorus of yobs over by
a stretch of castle land
in wood-burn air
[toxic
enough to worry] –
We
pair down to roads I’ve
not walked in decades
& find my still past is a
dull road-town of nose-
to-tail parked cars & a
few bright front rooms
[here hope invested in
rising value of bricks] –
I kiss you by that flint-
rutty wall around Pells
Pool –
too tall for you –
I look over & we are in
recall of paddled kids
& cold water thrills –
I
am floating with you –
we are swimming in it