Poems of Place: At the M&S Café, Walsall
Sitting amidst the rich and zingy,
Zesty feast of flavours that is
The Marks and Spencer Café,
I think of you and me.
And as I scan my ebbing latte’s tidal art
I think of places in this town, our town
Where post-school, we met
To court, hold hands and play.
I wrote you soppy poems,
Buttressed with pilfered fragments, yet in homage,
Treasured the hour before our haven closed
And the moment came to walk you to the ‘bus
Back in town today, ours – but not,
I’m close to where we sat and laughed
Not knowing nor imagining then,
The rich and zingy zesty love we’d share.
June 2nd, 2018