Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Word From The Other Country by Kevin Higgins
Where you’ve gone
the air may be a Mardi Gras
of insects and pollen,
but where I live
it’s winter. World without ice cream,
Amen.
I make do with soda bread,
and spend long evenings
googling you. Most days,
I know
it was nothing personal:
I was the hobby
you took up to pass
the worst years
of the recession. And when
the sky comes down
I still rush out to take
your favourite T-shirt
in out of the rain.