there is a soft breeze under the tree
and there is no one here
next to the rigid bark in the late summer shade
where the branches duck and judder
I used to have a battle here with myself
I used to have a battle with you
but now we're old bodies who know each other
and the bells are pealing in the abbey
late in the day
there is a soft breeze under the tree
I have your eyes for an hour
there is no one here