somewhere in a bucket in france are some pebbles
holding the da da da da of our love
whatever that da da da da may be.
we sat near the bucket with pain-de-la-something
and flicked in the pebbles one at a time.
making a wish with each buckety clunk
till the pain-de-la-something
and all of the wine was drunk.
what was my wish that i made as the
splish water splayed up the galvanised sides?
what was my wish?
that i could recall
the detail, the beauty, the all of it all.