04-07-2020, 08:53 PM
Fresh Breath
We thought they had died off,
no more Sunday lunch invites
spooned into gravy, smeared over lamb,
relaxing after with a good red
while the dog cried for leftovers.
There's parts of our garden
I haven't visited in a while
too much work, too many weeds
but today there's a southerly breeze
that takes me back to that table.
Just for a moment you are with me
and I hear the kitchen clatter,
see faces each in its own place.
I follow that path and find you
not gone at all, just out of sight.
I shout to the house
"Guess what? they came back"
crush a handful and inhale
as if to store more moments. "Thank you"
I said as if the leaves could hear me.
We thought they had died off,
no more Sunday lunch invites
spooned into gravy, smeared over lamb,
relaxing after with a good red
while the dog cried for leftovers.
There's parts of our garden
I haven't visited in a while
too much work, too many weeds
but today there's a southerly breeze
that takes me back to that table.
Just for a moment you are with me
and I hear the kitchen clatter,
see faces each in its own place.
I follow that path and find you
not gone at all, just out of sight.
I shout to the house
"Guess what? they came back"
crush a handful and inhale
as if to store more moments. "Thank you"
I said as if the leaves could hear me.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out