Toni

Who will tend our bones, how beautiful her kiss, will a river wash the stones, my wrists around her straining her body pallid, limpid face open to the daylight, pink Lupins nod and bow, their noses to the wind, birds sing and sing alone, their song has a keening, a hawk sails across, winter fields unseeded, we drive along the road, the babies she’s missed, grey coat her eyes older, she whispers for a ciggie, remembers broken missions, smiles before she’s leaving, her soul to the mist..