AS IF SHE WAS MY WIFE
I found her half-frozen.
All winter she’d been waiting for the
geese.
I took her in as if she was my wife.
Once inside she put plastic bags
round her dirty feet.
‘Oh, there’s really no need to do that,’ I
said.
Rustling she went over to the fridge.
I went to change my bedclothes.
‘Do you realise
you’ve escaped from heaven?’
Yes, she realised that.
Upstairs I stood for a moment
at the bedroom window.
The water in the pond, I noticed,
had turned into
fish.
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