We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)
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20.2.23

‘It’s been a long time coming’


‘But that’s good!’ I think, my mind going immediately to the – er – personal, perverting the intended meaning. 


I remember an occasion when a group of us were talking about travel options, and I said, in all seriousness,


‘I always prefer the long, scenic routes.’


But I pronounced ‘routes’ as we do in Australia, like ‘roots’, and my Canadian friend — who had been here long enough to pick up another Australianism — said with a wicked smile, lowering her voice to husky,


‘Oh, so do I!’


Her husband snorted dismissively.


(The difference between women and men?)


For whatever reason, that marriage didn’t last.



long ago

conversations —

a circle

old friends old loves

some dead, others …




Note: The word 'root' is Aussie slang for sexual intercourse. (One of several words Americans should be careful about saying to Australians because it doesn't mean, here, what it does there.) 


For Friday Writings #65 at Poets and Storytellers United, Rommy invites us to write what comes to mind when we see the phrase, “it’s been a long time coming.” (It's not her fault if I have a dirty mind.)