A walk in the park: piece for two voices

I said "See the greenness, the lushness,
The verdant irrepressibility of nature,
Springing out even in the midst of this concrete wasteland!"


She said "Beauty can be found anywhere,
Poppies grow on battlefields,
Even death cannot be death,
When life continues"


I said "Don't rely on surfaces:
The deeper beauty lies in structures;
There is nothing in this city as complex or as neat
As a single blade of grass"


She said, abashed, "I always knew you were a poet:
Don't you think that love's the same:
Outwardly simple, yet its workings are mysterious
Even to those that it affects"


"Yes", I said,
There being nothing more to say.


Martin Locock, 1983