26 January 2025
written a few days ago for Penny’s birthday which was yesterday, the poem’s speaking partly to the birthday card featuring a Cezanne still life, the poem being therein – and with a simple meditation arising
so paint me a still life
the woman I love, speaking of
more than alive, she touched
a garden an emancipation a dream
and a life was there, it may
be forgotten but never gone
it has existed, it is still, it is
more than alive, she is
in my time as long as time is