I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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17 April 2010

Amanda Comes

Amanda comes
with white flowers
from her ginger plant,
long stems and wide green leaves
and that perfume that wafts
romance and the tropics
through our room.

Amanda brings
cinnamon buns
to have with coffee
and a water melon at the perfect
stage of sweetness,
the exactly right
burst of juice.

Amanda looks
cool, fresh and airy
in her white pants-suit
and her three-strand crystal necklace
purple and gold and green.
Her lipstick is bright.
She’s like Spring.

Amanda comes
with her dog, Leo.
She brings him on a lead
up the front stairs and outside
to the courtyard garden
where he can see us
through the glass.

Amanda says
she likes our new house.
She admires the blue paint
in the kitchen and Andrew’s office
and the way we’ve hung
all the pictures, and
our cosy garden.

Amanda goes
with another hug,
a goodbye to the cats
and a shrug at the rain starting.
We wave from the door,
feeling cherished now.
We love Amanda.

NaPoWriMo Day 17