For Bristol
When I walked home.
I knew of course.
About the trees.
They were there.
A long time.
Longer than the pavement.
I didn’t know…
Though…
About the lilac.
Until it hit me.
“For goodness sake.”
I said.
You didn’t have to grow on me.
I loved you.
All along.
That Anxious Welsh Chef 
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