DOFP

You said you were unsure

About my motives

But took the doubts

To be all of your own making

Yet here, back in this locale

It is your name that enters my mind

As though the depth

Of deeper association could be denied

The trees are greener

Than ever I remember

And yes I do see you

And Pauline climbing high

In that beech

Or was it a sycamore

Downalong Broadwalk Boulevard

The sun is bright

Here before eight in the morning

As bright as that afternoon after class

As bright as many times

In that spring

And early summer

The doubts are always with me

They are a valuable source

For a writers inspiration

I am somewhat more settled now

But often write

On the future of past associations

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K

Those aches I once inflamed

Lie spent, plainly dormant now

Lusts desires so surely tamed

Pain, sans pain, stilled somehow

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Q

If only I saw this scene

Would that be of any matter

The willow that weeps 

As the Wolds turn flatter

To write these few words

Am I mad, mad as a hatter

To be neither read nor seen

Is that really of any matter

In years of invisible moons

Amid daylight’s soft scatter

Witnessed by a singular one

Yet to share; does it matter

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Trait

Every turn

Every face I try to learn

To forget

I let myself down

This cheerful clown

Isn't yet reset

Every step

Every image that I kept

Without knowing

That each flick of hair

Is shared

By a thousand girls

Each twirl

Is just another pearl

Of shared deportment

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Team Colours

I almost bought the linen shirt

Because it reminds me of blue

A blue I can't quite remember

A blue I can't quite name

A blue of a different September 

At the start of a serious old game

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