Ripples from the past

Late night and fancying sushi

Stepped up Tottenham Court Road -

The lower ground bar discovered

When at uni and taste noted

Salivating frequented much.

Ordered tan-men without noodles –

Can’t take carbs, goes straight to my butt –

When she asked, “you’re eating alone?”

I saw her darkly reflected

broken mirror above the bar.

“Remember me? It’s Genevieve.”

Rich echoes of an aged summer

She studying med, deep in debt

On her uncle’s farm we laid pipes

Watering onions, lettuce

Culminating in snatched kisses,

Ardent nights before autumn broke -

ripples now lapping at my heart

I turn gathering you, open

to the sudden resurrection.