A British couple in a Swiss cafe


his socks and sandals; her stern cotton dress
recovered from his suitcase freshly pressed;
next to the welcome pack the clinic sent,
obligatory missives to old flames;
a mobile brim with messages from home:
the late petitions, curses, snaps, and spam;
the wedding band she slipped off while mid-flight;
her camiknickers he took for a shroud;
a pair of headphones if he chose to dwell
on issues, arguments, or vent his bile;
no longer hot on gardening, or whist,
she was the final item on her list.