for John (Ted) Dexter
*
no cars on the road
all of the town sofa bound
food lulled and sleeping
…
walking home, a man
evensong’s slow gentle peace
on him like monks’ robes
…
old man and poet
meet in quiet communion
by the graveyard gate
…
souls of the same shade
in unspoken fellowship
watching the birds fly
…
on the bridge, silence
white blossom, silver water
Easter Sunday light
*
© Gail Foster 17th April 2017
