(London, 24th of Dec 2015)
Christmas, dark
Fused the spark
Woke with the howling
wind
Memory
A frozen street
Crackling snow and
heart beat
Saw her face
Working-girl grace
Fireworks and smoke
Bride bespoke
What irks and
separates us
Bejwelled nails
Polyester plaids
The tribal things
I type a poem
Love totem
On my designer sofa
(No jumping!)
New childhood has
dirty feet
And knows not
The taste of first
sleet
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