Read a poem by another poet written
on the same day:

Our tour of the cottages
suddenly came to an end
when I saw at the T-junction
a couple hoeing the hedges
and shouting at each other,
dressed in Elizabethan dress
yet clear as Adam and Eve
with our respective faces
fixed at that driving moment.
So we soon stopped our quarrel
and rushed home at once
and had a hot bath too
yet one thought stayed with us:
how out there in a cottage
there's a couple just like us
but 500 years in age still
doing just what we were doing
at any time at all a replica
of our emotional states.

East Finchley