Beneath the Trees
You’re in the garden, playing ball with Pippa
In half an hour you’ll have your evening meal
The green of grass is glowing slightly deeper
I’m playing solitaire and thinking if you feel
Same as I am, before I press the phone sign
After three rings I interrupt the call
You’re calling back, and so we are online
How was your day, I ask – “I played the ball
With Pippa in the garden, then I laid
Just for ten minutes, but I slept two hours
BG was low, I drank some lucozade
I pruned some roses, watered all the flowers
I had my meal, then it was your familiar bell
I called you back, to tell you that I’m tired
It was a busy day, I’m feeling not too well
And I must change the pod tonight it will expire”
So I suggest to make our evening shorter
You smile so lovingly and gratefully agree
But as we talk, the time becomes a water
Still our boat glides there, beneath the trees.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2025
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