Finally we got around
to talking things through
and were close to reaching
some kind of understanding
when an eight emerged
from over her shoulder,
clawing the Isis
like a grappling stick insect,
and in that moment of distraction
everything left to say
was suddenly said -
by the traction of oars
that sent coots scuttling;
by the slap of a palm
against its reflection.
And one of my own for good measure.
In Christ Church Meadows by tomasito
Finally we got around
to talking things through
and were close to reaching
some kind of understanding
when an eight emerged
from over her shoulder,
clawing the Isis
like a grappling stick insect,
and in that moment of distraction
everything left to say
was suddenly said -
by the traction of oars
that sent coots scuttling;
by the slap of a palm
against its reflection.