A poem by Madhuri.
When I walked down the hill
with you
it took almost no time at all
looking out at far islands
under the growing moon
catching smells –
the rough molecules of herbs
cast everywhere –
We swung down it in a minute
– that which always took me
near a scared hour
when it was gloaming –
or a hot, suffering hour
at noon –
But today I went down that hill
keeping to the shade
in minutes
It took only a few –
Because once I went down it
with you
June ’19, Corfu
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