always waiting
forever debating
on your return
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https://amp.theguardian.com/books/2021/sep/06/poem-of-the-week-beer-for-two-in-bockler-park-berlin-by-lucy-burnett The Guardian - Back to home News Opinion Sport Culture Lifestyle Show caption Carol Rumens's poem of the week Poem of the week: Beer for two in Böckler Park, Berlin by Lucy Burnett A gently subversive love poem that makes language laugh as it falls over itself Carol Rumens Mon 6 Sep 2021 07.00 EDT Share on Facebook Share on Twitter Share via Email Beer for two in Böckler Park, Berlin You asked me for a love poem and I gave you a text message and a handful of imaginary paprika crisps. You told me this was insufficient to the moment and I agreed. It was 3.08pm. I wrapped a single curl around my index finger – smiled. The thing about love is the very thinginess of it. You must agree! A ‘now I’ve got you now I never won’t’. I hold the umbrella to your sunshine the way you hold it to my rain: tell me one thing that I don’t know about you ? We drink the beer, c...
