Joe

Smoking a cigarette , a lover's old face appears, fulsome not lonely yet, geese rise and sail, haunt the sky like deer, I knew her after jail, a snow blanket carpet, she always cheered, cold blue like the rest, colours of the mail, no-one could get near, where she had bailed, a woman who wouldn’t let, flame fold into fear, who shared jokes and bets, absorbed all the claims, that brought her here, a place she couldn’t fail, to make crystal clear.