Old friends and perfume

Old friends and perfume

Half a century

Of tea and toast

Invisible and indivisible bond

That knows no politics

Religion

Or wealth

You still make do

And mend

Like the Plumstead girl

You are

Though you have

Both swimming pool

And tennis court

And live on the other side

Of the world

We slot back in

Like keys in well-oiled locks

Remembering the past

Designing our futures

Speech without breaks

As if we might

Run out of air

Joints creak

And I repeat myself

As we plan a class reunion

And wonder who will come

Some mothers die young

And so we cling

Our conversation flowing

And flipping

From laptops

To perfume

As we drink tea

And eat toast

27.8.2006

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