Coming And Going

Coming & Going You came like a fanfare of sunflowers Left as quiet as a whisker dropped by an owl Your flat was multi-tenanted brickwork Climbing the rungs of air Snow fell in the country of your mind In your precarious eyrie The prying moon was the colour Of a cold turnip When you curled on your lonely sofa Like a sere leaf Hours passed on the flickering screen Till the program ended For me, nothing to do now But mark time, like aching Orpheus Maggots burrow into my guilt I stamp my feet in the cold Wait for the border to open