PLACES OF INTEREST
There are no more
Unshed tears
Or unshared laughter
Now these Lovers
Have found each other.
Their voices
Are like the wind,
Blowing from one word
To another.
Telling about their deeply secret world
In which the other is a stranger.
Each of them the street map
To their lives and secret longings,
To their griefs and their rejoicings
To the inner places they have lived in.
Making small improvements, of course,
To their own ‘places of interest’
As they went.
© 2020 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 