how many times

have i sat   (facing west


to watch the gold-rayed sun

beyond oaken


softly darkening   green cast

hills)   in the  



of colin's grandfather   his


long silences broken

by shared thoughts meant


for me   gently offered   unselfish



how many   enough to know time





the patio is flagstone 

laid by his


hands   his and emmanuel's   laid   



with days like

this in mind   day's work over 


their life-mates   their loves   coming

up the hill


together they must have sat   

in silence


or not   thinking

of what lay ahead   strong   


capable men   

their lives yet infinite   




colin   marcy   and marketa

join us


for a glass of

wine   the sun now set   the


air cooling   

the conversation turns to


the events of the day   

the note-worthy


and the mundane   gone

the intimacy


i felt   and colin's grandfather

may have


felt   gone   his words like waves





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Written on 2019-06-05 at 14:21

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chuma okafor
This one passes well for a love poem and I like the style.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this a lot, a quiet poem perfectly suited to its subject.