when my doorbell rang
my face broke out in a smile
cause I knew it was my friend
whom I’d not seen in awhile
Bryan Ferry was spot on:
love is the drug
so I met her with open arms
Covid be damned – I gave her a hug
into the lounge we went
so she could have a wee rest
there I read her a speech I’d written
for the next BLM protest
then, armed with iced tea
& the usual bottle of wine
we moved into the garden’s
warm afternoon sunshine
the morning rain had vanished
an unexpected treat
joyously we bared our skin
to the early evening heat
together in the garden
we spoke of everything
retaining optimism
for what the future might bring
a girl who’s entered womanhood
a woman near the end of her life
both unmindful of race or class
making plans for a world with no strife
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