Your death sat between us
Dead centre on the table
Flanked by the Pinot Grigio and a tossed salad
Spoken of like a coffee morning or a game of whist
..
You were wearing shorts
I’d laughed and you laughed with me
You wanted the sun on your skin
No one could deny you that
..
You fluttered away in early summer
An autumn leaf blown off course
A bird lifting off from the wire
A rare moth swallowed by the dawn
..
There was a celebration of your life
Your plan, your day
My words the frantic swarm of sanderlings
Jostled by waves on the incoming tide
SANDERLINGS 