that slow walk home
along the canal
gave me time to think
the dark water
held the swollen moon
in thrall
as though in one vast gulp
it might swallow
the damn thing whole
and belch loudly
it reminded me that
in our pond at home
we have frogs
I never asked for
but you introduced
anyway
like so many things
what I wanted to say
and never did
is that
I wouldn’t have had it
any other way
and of course
on many a sweet day
I did ask
and ask
most passionately
a fine memoir
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Thanks Paul – your Moth poem is so good I let my dinner go cold re-reading it.
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