On Wimbledon Common
for Chris
Still the same trees. And the same small path
by the pond. I hear his shouts, where I ran with my son
on my back. Now I stand at peace, in the aftermath
of a loud boyhood, twenty-five years on.
Share away:
for Chris
Still the same trees. And the same small path
by the pond. I hear his shouts, where I ran with my son
on my back. Now I stand at peace, in the aftermath
of a loud boyhood, twenty-five years on.