Afterthought 259—Wish You Were Here

Posted in curtal sonnet by maggie on 2015/06/22

No, the inn where he stayed had been booked
since last autumn for the weeks we want.
Tempted as we were to change our plans,

other schedules interfered.  We looked
from there down to St. John's waterfront . . .
this room with its view, all others sans.

Next time, maybe.  Now that we're hooked
summering here, let's come see the whales
together, when time and space are no man's
                      and harmony prevails.


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  1. clarioretenebris said, on 2016/07/03 at 19:25

    The inn where he stayed that summer — did you know? —
    last year was your last chance to stay there. They’ve shut
    their doors to guests, retired. When you join us, we’ll still go
    to spend the day, to give his moment its fair due, if but.

    • maggie said, on 2016/07/12 at 10:18

      Yes, we found out last July
      when we tried to book ahead.
      Don’t you recall?—that’s why
      we sent you to St. John’s instead.

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