I walked with her
from The Blocks
to the book shop
later we drank
homemade wine
in her crumbling house
I smelled sweet cakes
and Japanese love poems
Have you met Edith?
she asked
(as have many others)
but I only had eyes
for her.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
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