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Where It Belongs

You seem to belong in a small woollen mill,
a seamstress, in a small Welsh town,
I an architect with a small practice,
a collector’s yen giving some excuse
for calling.

Suppose we had met when you were an art student,
on those marches and demos,
King’s Road, the coffee bars
the whole espresso thing, the mini-skirts
and I, so shy, a student at UCL,.
Might we have met, done coffee bars
and maybe cuddled, kissed, passed on ..

only to find our hour was yet to come,
near a small woollen mill, in a small Welsh town.


A Gift of Fortune

We’ll let you have an afternoon, your own,

a café table, pot of tea for two,

gazing across a bay, wintry but bright,

your time together to mull over

your mutual likes: beaches in winter,

people, curiosities, rhymes, jokes,

golden retrievers, waitresses,

each other’s wants, the world’s

sweet joy. The waitress may pause

for just the briefest moment, wonder

‘Are they lovers?’, and the afternoon

will drift onwards very slowly.



Robert Nisbet, Haverfordwest, Wales




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