Lucky the bailiff called today,
Otherwise we would never have known
You were leaving for Nepal.
We’d have missed a beautiful sunset,
So beautiful we all linked arms and
Walked backwards to the tug boat
To eat chips and sip hot chocolates
And exchange poems for sweets.
…He makes everyone feel like an angel and delivers promises
like cardamom seeds hidden inside pods. I make notes in black and white
and describe lamb spiced with coriander cumin turmeric and garam
masala all eyes averted as chef grinds the green pods with pestle
and mortar discarding the husks he pounds until his head nods
and the fragrance of cardamom fills all the exotic space between us…