“The Garden” by L. Ward Abel

“The air raid shelters are blooming clover.”
– Kate Bush 

There was that
wonderful time

she whispered my
name near the river

O and hit me
in a soft spot

with three or four songs
and food and ale.

The radio woke us. We peered out
above the valley the city

sounds of water
of humidity and countryside

mingled with sighs.

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  1. Rebecca Williams says:

    I thinking it was a fine morning-after.

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