Westwind

Summer Travel

Anna-Claire Simpson

We took a grand vacation and visited a chasm

With an elevator which took us down

Through floors of earth, depositing us

In a cavern with subzero rivers.

 

It was a warm day and nothing was wrong

Not then. Only next week we found ourselves

Paddling at the public pool with children.

We raced and came up for air, only uncle didn’t.

 

England’s funerals are always rained on.

I had gone on a grand vacation to jagged

Mountains, Moorish castles, hot sun and boys

While you remained, burying your husband.

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