TO LINDSAY, POET OF MY DREAMS
By Tom Leonard
She composes poetry while I sleep
In my dreams her words come through deep
The seagulls and the fairies too
And the humans who become gnomes
Out of the blue,
And the white eagles who around the Bass Rock fly,
While we survive in our isolations,
our minds are close.
While she understands mine, mine I don't.
Life has for me has become a crazy kaleidoscope
Of unexpected drama, and trauma beyond trauma;
Life for Lindsay remains serene.
Lindsay (wheelchair), pushed by her niece,
Tom (red sweater)
Marching against Racism and Fascism
Leith Walk from Pilrig Park en route to Leith Links
July 2016
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