An elderly couple in the rain,
peeling
an orange,
feeding
each other
segments.
I stand, eyes frozen to the ground:
there are 107 concrete squares,
23 pieces of litter,
32 pairs of feet.
This space where once I had a heart
fills up with the scent of oranges,
the silk of summer rain,
and the sense of an all abiding love.
My heart, harboured at some unknown address
that is somewhere near the sea
skips on skips on skips on…skips...
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