In Memoriam
She thought her large hands and feet
were due to her hard labour
one summer vacation
on an archaeological dig
in Germany.
It was there she met Max,
an Art student,
a Sculptor
who also had trouble finding shoes
large enough for his big feet.
Afterwards
he cycled to Florence to view ‘David’
in all his marbled flesh
and later
on his return
he slept on the sofa
in our shared student house.
In return
he carved a large number ’14’
in our sandstone gatepost
with a rusty spike
and a half brick
that he found
lying around.
Where are they now?
I don’t know
but still
the gatepost stands
in memoriam
a small footfall
to their passing by
that way
and still
there is no gate.


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