There Were Details
She had a place in London
it was near a busy roundabout I think,
big apartment,
there were cut peonies, asters
red ones seems about right.
We spent the night together
big bed, lots of pillow.
In the morning it was raining
she lent me her umbrella
I never returned it.
I must have taken an underground tube,
it was rush hour,
I had to strap-hang a long way
my arm ached all that day.
I had a place
somewhere, in Edgeware,
or maybe Paddington.
She had a name
there were details.
If I had stayed longer,
maybe then she would now
have a face to hang a name on
and more specifically
offer a certain direction for me to take
whenever I get lost in my mind
like this.
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