Each day I met her was a Day of The Dead ...

I'm reading Under The Volcano -

I remember the first time I walked hand in hand with a wicked angel -

Her small brown hand held mine -

She blew her smoke into my mouth -

We walked past the cathedral - 

She knew these pages - 

I met her brilliant boy - 

We drank from cracked glasses listening to blues - 

Stars fell from the sky - 

Each day I met her was a Day of The Dead -

9 September 2022

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset