And in ’78 when the swallows
were swooping
and the crows watched on
there we were
in a field of rhubarb
sorry, not a field of rhubarb
I meant broccoli, anyway
we fell in love.
Inspired by nature
in that field of broccoli
me carrying both school bags
the wrong way home,
it’s funny
how you never forget
the first time
it happens.
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