Len Webster - Hiatus

After the sudden surge
came a dry June, with the sun glaring;
nothing written on but frustration.
Then July broke in, bringing my birthday
like fertilizing rains
pounding on gardens at Hampton Court
pictured on the television screen,
reminding me of the time I met her there,
an arranged reunion of friends.
How could we - so close in background -
allow the squabbles of a faraway place
to sever the artery of friendship
that had bound us like brother and sister
for a decade or more?
Perhaps friendship, like lust, at last
becomes a chore to be slaved over.

Len Webster

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