Blue grapes
I shan’t ask you if you remember
blue grapes on white
you may remember much better than this morning
blue grapes on white and stripes
this morning has faded too soon
blue grapes on white and stripes wider than my arms
too soon to recognise the loss
my last memory of blue grapes
your cotton skirt printed
was a photograph of laughter
faded and thrown away
in green fields running
girlish mother country breeze
we were children in vivid grass
throwing your wide skirt of blue grapes
memory prints of deep past
wider than my arms being gathered and wrapped
fading with the son
in single colours lost pink lost green just blue
that skirt that place
grapes on white with stripes so wide
skirt memory
blue grapes
of course
how could we forget?
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