Quickly on Blenheim
Story goes
they were caught in a rainstorm.
Sudden. Unexpected.
Diana’s temple
was their cover.
Their umbrella.
He proposed
as the story goes.
But he was a politician –
nothing goes unscripted.
—
The rose garden
is dry as crackers.
Soil is puzzle-poxed.
Black spot and
cirrhosis.
Rain is as scarce
as public toilets
around here.
Excuse me, your lordship,
where’s the Ladies, please?
—
Ate sandwiches
in the carpark.
Tuna. Lettuce. Pickle.
On crusty white.
Like me.
A bit fishy,
and crusty white.
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Miz Quickly’s Whereness
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