Australia
After the fire
all that remained
was an Aga,
and a garden gnome.
After everything
metal was smelted
there was still an Aga,
and a guarding gnome.
After years and miles
have burned every sinew
that links us, my love
for you remains
like that Aga –
incongruous as a cooker
in the wilderness –
and beside it
that guardian gnome,
to ensure nobody
takes it
away.
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