ripples from the past
Someone threw a stone in a pond a long way away, and the ripples converged in a sushi bar on Tottenham Court Road.
Title edit thanks to stormwolf
Late night and fancying sushi
Stepped up Tottenham Court Road –
The lower ground bar discovered
When at uni and taste noted
Salivating frequented much.
Ordered tan-men without noodles –
Can’t take carbs, goes straight to my butt –
When she asked, “you’re eating alone?”
I saw her darkly reflected
broken mirror above the bar.
“Remember me? It’s Genevieve.”
Rich echoes of an aged summer
She studying med, deep in debt
On her uncle’s farm we laid pipes
Watering onions, lettuce
Culminating in snatched kisses,
Ardent nights before autumn broke –
ripples now lapping at my heart
I turn gathering you, open
to the sudden resurrection.