1.
Remember that Art Deco hotel in Cuba

On the first morning we rose early

before the heat to visit the grave

of that famous poet    I forget his name

but he was something of a destination
I can still see the towel you dropped on the floor

the marks your fingers left in the soap

on the shelf in that ornate bathroom

The elaborate plans we made are still there

the lamp beside the bed is still burning
11.
Remember that late-winter weekend in Cork

We’d shunned Guinness for the tart taste of retsina

That small bottle you’d bought in Athens

to drink, you said, on the plane  
We sat in drizzle on a damp wooden bench

willing the alcohol to warm us

watched the afternoon’s pallid sunlight

fade in the cloud-crowded sky
It was bitter cold but we both pretended to be delighted