Companion Poem by Maureen Pickford
Companion
Pungent, supple leather,
Hand-tooled, cornered just so.
Overlap; a folded flap.
Decorated; a soft suede,
Contrasting bow.
Its delicate tracery
Has become a talisman for
My fingers.
My world is held in its clutches.
Detritus lines its depths.
There it rests. On my lap.
At the bus stop.
Soaking up my feelings.
And we wait. Together.
For the rest of my life
To begin.
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