This poem is taken from Stand 224, 17(4) December 2019 - February 2020.
Two Poems
You will have many friends if you need them
and one of them is this hummingbird hawk-moth
buzzing down into my garden as the day
closes and the bees disappear. I hear them
dip onto the pink heads of my tall village flowers,
...
and one of them is this hummingbird hawk-moth
buzzing down into my garden as the day
closes and the bees disappear. I hear them
dip onto the pink heads of my tall village flowers,
...
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