POETRY KITe ANTHOLOGY

the best day we ever spent
2nd July 2005

it is always difficult to write about evening
the way it arrives in the late afternoon
the air cools the sunlight gentler
before you know it it’s evening
the hum of conversation no longer
boisterous, now somehow softer
the distant TV football watching crowds silent
the barbeque dying off, the burnt wood
smell retreating into the damp leaves
grass and insects return to the world
from a perch on a TV aerial a blackbird
joins the bird song
with a magpie on the fence top
and another in the tree
later as the sun sets, the guitar
and the Beatle songs
Let it Be and Yesterday
then Brel and all the words we could
remember from Amsterdam
and Jackie
wishing Attila could have been here
to sing ces gens-la because we loved it
when he sang it on the CD
instead it was les bourgeois
and if you go away
someone remembered then
it was a year since the London Bombs
we read some poems cried a little
and finished as we always do
thinking it was the best day we ever spent
and it probably was