judges bay
moving forward from the
cemetery
a lady smiles in
her garden
the sun the grey sky
your green shoes
you stand dark in the agapanthus
purple
wild roses flare
across the damp grass
i lie awkward
i lie naked a live body
by the grave stones
the small white church
leaves twisted around
its stairs
left over from someone
else’s wedding
the shallow harbour
flat in the distance
the swoop of the hill
laughter and park benches
below us
and always
trees.