The day I visited you
when you were ill
a mother swallow
fed her chirping children.
Remember? Filled
with words and presents
I repeated myself,
gave you one gift only.
And over your bed
the Japanese print
staring me down:
a man with a half-drawn sword.
Copyright 2011 Matthew J Wells
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
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