One of you said I would look good in green
But it was to be many years before I saw
The pullover in an Amsterdam window
Another of you said it was the colour and texture
Of the grass-plain, in the museum quarter
And would be inordinately expensive
One of us didn’t visit this city; I often reflect on
That being a part of one of our heritages
Another us, we came together, I rather imagine
I wait for you both; you, my past and present
Incarnates; in love with two women, one
Now and one a somewhat distant memory
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149
