WHY DID YOU COME BACK?
I’m at the bus depot to meet a once upon a time
and always love from way back
The stagecoach pulls in and they’re not on it
So I go to a bar, scribble some stuff
I think I can maybe turn it into an autobiography
Call me from the station when your plane gets in
I’ll be in the snacketeria having tea and a tart
and looking at travel brochures
Why is the port so far from the ocean?
In the restroom I look in the mirror
to see if I’m who I think I am
Never was I as handsome as I imagined
while you were always a beauty
You’ve been away a long time
Why did you come back?
All decent people are tucked up in their beds
You can put your bags over there 
I’m all sweetness and light
but not at all happy about the cab fare
Make mental note: tart good, go back for more
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Martin Stannard
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dear Martin Stannard
I invariably like your poems in IT
this time we seem to be
writing the same one
maybe all poets write
Comment by jeff cloves on 12 October, 2024 at 10:59 amthe same poem
over and over again?
Dear Jeff
Thank you for invariably liking my poems. I sometimes like them too.
As to poets writing the same poem over and over again, I have just re-read all my poems from the 45+ years I’ve been doing this nonsense, and I’m fairly confident that I can say without fear of contradiction that I haven’t.
Comment by Martin Stannard on 16 October, 2024 at 11:18 amMake mental note: Another wonderful Stannard poem, read more Stannard.
Comment by John Levy on 25 October, 2024 at 12:23 pm