This poem is taken from PN Review 240, Volume 44 Number 4, March - April 2018.
Invitation to ViewPity you didn’t know us in our day –
We might have found you sitting by the lime
in sleepy summer, or in scented May
at lunch with Peter looking for a rhyme
he’d kicked into the long grass by the pond
and Margaret tickling some old cat. Yes, fond
of desultory stuff as life went by
with frogs and flowers and idiotic talk
under trees shuffling green about the sky.
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