Two Poets
We talk across the North Sea,
About politics and age and writing,
Through technology that didn’t
Even exist when we were born, and
About these strange women who
Inhabit our work, and about this
Friendship that started two decades
Ago.
After the call, I wander the garden
With a smoke and a coffee, look up
At dusk stars, where the planets are
A couple of days out of alignment,
And listen to the wind, and wonder
About where my mind spends its
Nights, and where our words really
Come from.
R 23/01/2025 18:26
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