As if every day would be like this ...

Gulls flew above the boating lake -

I looked for the hunchback in the park, remembering the poem -

A solitary mister -

The bare trees cast their shadows upon the chill grass -

I thought of my dad -

How he'd loved the wounded poet -

How he'd fill his glass at midday -

The happy king of his world -

As if every day would be like this -



Tuesday 28 January 2020

Poole Park
Poole