Friday 13 September 2013

a forty first poem...'weight'

Love you so much –
I can say it here,
Now
After several beers,
Two double whiskeys,
Straight,
When you and I wake
One of us will go
To the window
See a sailboat
Single tail light on
Helm to leeward
Struggling, low
In the swollen current
Across the bay
And one of us, again
Will rub our face, say:
‘Think I know how
But how, why,
Have we ended up in this place?’
Think it strange
Yet hold close
This rare space,
Where time
Has no weight.

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