It's Still Life

Well Wells

                  it was
green as fevergrass
those patina domes
the slopes
the steep

your Bob Marley t-shirt and
the boiled potatoes with cream

the tea we took at three
the light blinding your eyes
in the fierce heat

the honeysuckle verandah
where we ate burnt toast
and watched the clock tick
on and tick on …

                It can’t stop, you said –
it was like a song in your throat,
that stretched long as the Amazon.

Day 26 of NaPoWriMo challenge at Poetic Asides. Shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021