4 December 2010

never seek to tell

Green seasons turn out tan leaves                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      I’ve learnt to spell your name

the letters fall
      like golden pears in alchemy
or rain

You came to me across the harbour

a warm wind among the piers

we grew together then in softness
       and love’s invisibility

now we meet along the quay
        and you wear your brown dress

with a slight opacity          Denise

Denise     the world is burning



-Robert Adamson

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