David Wood (07 April 1950 / London)
Among The Cornflowers
I walk through the long grass thinking of you
Soft summer rain doesn’t melt my thoughts,
My shirt sticky drippy wet with the heat and rain.
Cornflowers dipping their wet heads drinking,
Breathing the soft gentle breeze blowing from the west
Their flower heads waving in unison.
I remember your summer straw hat flapping
Around your face and the hole in your jeans.
And Clara wagging her tail nibbling the summer grass.
Through the clouds the moon looked down impotent
In the daylight like some old maid at a wedding
Standing in the corner of the room all alone.
I run my hand through the cornflowers as I walk
Feeling the damp warm earth beneath my feet begin to
Crumble in the soft rain.
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