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Mismatch

by  Hilary Custance

Posted: Thursday, April 17, 2003
Word Count: 69
Summary: I am posting this raw first draft of a poem as a testimony to the power of encouragement (thank you James). Any suggested alterations very welcome, including a better title.




Today the sun surprised us,
midsummer in April.
Londoners stood on pavements,
discarding clothes,
Amazed

Distracted
from figures on my screen
by the soft blunderings of a bee
assaulting my window,
I went home.

Exalted
by the benign heat,
I moved around the garden,
waiting for you.
My spirits, like butter, melting, separating,
clarifying.

You,
protected by the latest in blinds and
perfect air conditioning,
worked late.
Laden with weariness and failed trains,
you return
after dark.

Between us
lies only the distance of
a sunny afternoon.