I saw you the other day in the hedgerows between Moreton in the Marsh
And oblivion
While I trudged (suitcase in hand) the steps we had walked one night
After a ‘moment’.
Your angry hand had split the glass covering pictures of Africa and my babies
Shattering shards into the bath
Bleeding fearful blood
Angry enough to call an ambulance
After you had been stitched
Yet still raging -meadowsweet.
Release honey-almond across our troubled path
Towards our transitory ‘home’.
The other day
When I trudged an old road (suitcase in hand)
I saw the new rose leaf of meadowsweet peeping under the grass
Somewhere between Gloucestershire and home
I walked
Towards our son.
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