Monday, February 26, 2024

 Once upon a time



She left a foolscap sketch pad behind
its cover painted with her own design
bright colors blended like her self

I’d gone to fetch her from Bilbao
driving north from Estepona and back again
staying overnight in Valladolid
in a friends’ empty flat on the way north
and then driving south non-stop to arrive in darkness
and my bedroom window was yards from the beach
and she was startled by the sound of a wave
crashing onto the shingle



Dick Russell ©2024
 Richard M Russell




 

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