I sat in the shelter
as the sunset flared

In my steel thermos
is hot freeze-dried coffee
instant, not ground
but
a sure reviver

"Removal of shingle
is prohibited"
Reluctantly
I replaced my pebble

I heard a tale
of a broken heart
a soul in a desert
of uncovered sorrow
of griefs
and sad memories
which set him apart

What's different
you ask me
from thousands of others
looking at
oval-framed
pictures
of loss?

Sun comes out
It's hot
Sun goes in
It's not

Who was she?

I'd like to think
"Someone,
somewhere
remembered me
with kindness"

Here lies Janet Aitch
Janet who?
Never heard of her!