Garlands: shades of purple flowers
draped over a shop window in
Covent Garden Market. On this rainy Saturday afternoon,
memories of you come to the fore. I ask myself, shall I ever see the same again?
The past tinted, hues coloured by you.
Reminiscing on conversations we had,
your passion for plants,
cacti filled your room. I remember the single lily in the glass flute, a work of art I construed, and so I transferred these observations unto…