STEPHEN SPENDER
glass of wine and collected
poems
your Berlin years scatter across
rainbow painted tables
outside grey skies hold
back darkest winter
a second Hamburg in the
summer
where different eras met different lives
you and I looking out to a
North Sea
scanning memory, scanning depths
now I read to decipher why
I like your words
hiding lifetimes in an
instant,
I sip from my glass unseen
by the many
who chat and yell in this
place,
its not the chatter of
fools just the beat of lives fading
patching-up heart filled
minds
your ghosts waiting for me
by the door…
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