05/04/2015

#poem #poetry #amwriting #sketchbook #visiting

'what is the difference between a toreador and a matador' she asks
'about fifteen minutes at gas mark five' I reply
we have followed the wall to it's conclusion
   and stand in the open looking uphill
'no really'
'how would I know I don't eat lobster'

she says I have changed
   as she sits down
       pushing the comforts across the table
so has she
   these things are never easy
   word gets around

ceiling fans turn



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