It feels unwell turning from friends
as if they are not responsible or to
be trusted – all our rules are re-set …/
He dropped in and
shifted everything –
not my furniture
more of a loosening… /
In another waking moment –
with five AM forcing light outside –
my conscious breath found an angel’s littered question … /
It is a highly successful
coloniser of wasteland
and not at all in danger
Both my Google Lens
and a quickie Wikipedia
yielded to your knowledge …/
I turned to see you stood on your
corner plot of weeds-not-grass –
kind people call it a sedum lawn…/
You should turn up
to your funeral –
to hear their eulogies …/
‘Slumped’ would be a good description
of my state after the coffees were delivered
I cried as little as I could as we dissected lives …
I look up at in-need houses
but have to correct myself
as I do when I see the hills –
they are no longer
in my striking distance …
In my hand a precis of histories replayed
as my online device itches with faces
which I recognised even thirty years on …