The Swift
The grass was high, the sun hot,
and a swift’s darting shadow, danced
on the rough concrete road:
Then remembering we needed to
buy oranges…I went home to
get money; but tired, fell asleep;
dreaming of our life by the sea.
And when I woke, into the fading
afternoon, you came home and told
me a tale: the kind that women tell
their husbands about someone else’s wife.
And when you’d finished, I left to buy
oranges, with the swift, the hot sun and
the darting shadows, on the road by our
house, near the sea.
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