we lived without time then
when St Clair blew to waves
that cabin luxury for us
wood table and chairs
the bunk off the floor
I was reading
Crime and Punishment
too young for temptation
we loved each other
no regret beneath our tan lines
in those days I could eat
a whole loaf and honey
the visiting heron had no song
in the rounds of its silent joy
just the thwack of happiness
you said I should read
The Ginger Man
while holding Jean-Paul’s trilogy
James, I absolutely adore this poem. I read it yesterday and have come back to it a few times. It's a real gem in my eyes :))
ReplyDeleteI second that emotion, James.
ReplyDeleteI want more thwacks of happiness, that is a smacker.
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