A Letter About Everlasting

Neville is standing
on the moor

and thinking
darling we would stay here

longer than the
church grandfather built

or the roses
planted by children

or the hoof prints
of skittish ponies

if when the sky became yellow
fruit bowls from Egypt on the counter top

but we are
beholden to the tide of Things

and you
cannot bow beneath the sword

of any King
as can I and as I can well

and Neville is walking
down the moors

wondering if sunset
would be like some Body dropping a knife

if that French horn is really playing some place near