We sat in the kitchen, talking until midnight -
Ed poured out the Rioja -
Poets had danced here, their hard won words like jewels in their pockets -
Maggie showed me a poem which made my eyes prick with tears -
It made me think of my parents -
They were two of many, those people made of smoke -
Each one thinning as I watched, now hardly visible -
23.45
Friday 30 January 2017
Southsea
Hampshire
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