By the month we found, beyond the rose of sharon,
past the mint and the sage, in the sunless
corner by broken pots and upturned
zinc buckets, the first wild strawberry…
when we walked up the Acropolis,
with feral dogs among the olive trees…
when we walked through Carnac’s standing stones
and heard the wind shake the fields of wheat…
when we decorated our first home,
with Chris Montez, ‘The more I see you’…
the month we met on a date blind like Cupid
or Justice – between the end of schooldays
and the rest of our lives…
AcropolisCarnacChris MontezCupidJulymintrose of sharonsagewild strawberry‘The more I see you’
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