On the floor in my hallway
Early spring sunlight on our faces
We sit in shadowless conversation.
Through the open door the daffodils nod acquaintance with translucent privet
And the sweet smell of earth rises.
You tell me about the time you sat in a room for a whole day
Moving round to follow the sun
As it lit each wall in turn.
On reflection
I think that the sun followed you
And finally, at dusk
Lay with its head on your lap
As I do now.
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