Your coat

A woman smiles out of a plastic coat,

its yellow turning rain to torches.


Light rests on a man waiting to cross,

touches the small face inside his stroller.


The hills pull fog around them

and push on to the sea

carrying all our houses.


The boat folds around you today

carrying away our silence.


When you ride home tomorrow around the bay

see how flowers cloak just one tree

and leave all the rest green.


[for Jeng, 23 May 2015]

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