I
see it in the way you play
When
sparks of joy turn ashen grey
Your
reason falters; wind-tossed hay
Alice
and flamingo croquet
Certainty
the cat will stray
Thoughts
as yet but still halfway...
We
hug. I make it go away
I
wouldn’t have you any other way.
It
is what makes you, you.
Yes. Just yes.
ReplyDeleteLovely of you to say so, Jan. It was (obviously) a scribbled-on-fag-packet effort though.
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