Tulips
she looked as gorgeous –
as she had always done
but then, she had always –
picked her tulips in the sun
and she had always –
walked up provincial high streets
ignoring the tepid grey –
architecture of the 1960’s
she looked gorgeous
time had somehow dulled my memory
or at least covered it in paint
perhaps the taste of memories
can come with a taint
but thinking back to those –
sticky paper days
and when it came to sunlight
she always had her own way
soft with the shrapnel –
of impending personal changes
she was never caught –
picking tulips in the rain
and it was no surprise i stopped –
down there, in memory lane
as i asked for a change
and for her to come back again
James Garratt – September 2010
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