Idyll by Bob MacKenzie To a neighbour whose wife once I covetted and the child too, for that matter: It seems a myth now from some hazy past, listening to Lightfoot and Willie P., we five together in your place above the laundromat and the antique shop: I with the woman I took from another man and you with your own woman, she madonna with her child so untouched as we were not by the world around us. Perhaps it was later I came to covet your wife from a distance and you began to see another nearer greener pasture. Do you suppose it never happened at all and we have always been alone? |