he leaps down the embankment slipping
on the rain soaked grass
oh well the flowers catch him softly
and then up he springs and off again
for if he has a chance of being on time
he must across country run
if he doesn’t want to keep her waiting
and shamefacedly arrive ten past one
so up the other side and across the
train tracks and down the cobbled street
and then he spies the cafe and through the window
she sits and raises to her lips a cup of tea!
and underneath awning he slips through the heavy door
sits across from her in that antique upholstered chair
and though he’s out of breath
she’s smiling red cheeked herself
brown sparkling eyes laughing
face framed by windblown hair