Hats off to the 60s
Risky potential in another file
Back row snog leads to a smoke
Down on the couch with my
Ticket to ride
Carrying yesterday second hand
Across finer memories across leafy roads
And cherish the richest poor child,
Wellies, winkle-pickers, sinking mud.
And Mary pondered these
Things in her heart –
Women are smiles. Love wears wellies.
Telephones are sexy. Children are dead.
A babe in arms, softly smoothed and cradled.