Daffodils in the verges
So soon to change this life
So soon to discard the urges
There then at a distance
There then in your far off county
There then, just as if for instance
There then you were the bounty
I will write about someone quite different
Someone I thought I knew, or know
I will write about, a circumstance
Of love flourishing, as love begins to grow
For a while there I was nowhere
I was listening to The Eels, singing
Their sad song True Original; it was you
You I thought that they were singing of
And I was nowhere
No more than a listener
No more than a stooge
No more than a bereaved looker on
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