Lunchtime conversation

I waited in the garden where you lunch,

Carefully I planned what I would say.

“Isn’t it lovely and quiet here?

And such a gorgeous day!”

And you responded pleasantly,

Gave me such a smile.

I took your hand in my hand.

We chatted for a while

Of sandwiches and weather vanes,

Of lavender and bees,

Of weathered bricks and fountains

And overhanging trees.

And then we heard the church-bell chime

And shyly rose to go

And agreed to meet tomorrow

Tho’ I know it won’t be so

Because today’s another Sunday…

But I promise I will speak

On Monday…

Or if not then


One day…
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