The funeral leaves me numb

The funeral leaves me numb
(but flying cakes make me laugh)

I recall
the afternoon we toyed
with impossibilities,
joked and fantasized

about a coconut slice
without stabiliser,

flying off the plate

across the fourth floor café,
one of the tall, diagonal windows,

and you, dear cousin,
still dreaming of a refund.

Linda Marshall

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One Response to The funeral leaves me numb

  1. Jim Mallin says:

    Love your poem Linda it puts humour and regret in a wonderful way.

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