Evoke the celebrations long ago
Rouse the moment
in the house of the architect
Elicit blackberry wine
supped like beer
Passing the sweet scented roll up
then drunken, stoned slumber
enfolded in your strong arms
Morning waiting
at the village bus stop
Hot remembered sunshine
on the wide grass verge
I make daisy chains
and easy futures with
you lost, wayward lover
Distracted my blind eye
misses you tear
carefully threaded flower stalks
throwing them to wind and gutter
and dog shit pavements.
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