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Saturday, 3 May 2025

Friday, 2 May 2025

Wet Sands

Wallace Stevens

Let the fish go


I hung-on

To our sea-fret moorings


Now I talk of Saturday’s sunlight

In what is the overlong season of mists



Thursday, 1 May 2025

Gifts

Looking for a thought

With which

To begin the day

A place perhaps

Or a wave lapping

On a sun-soaked beach


Looking for a light

With which

To illuminate the idea

To present a future

From the past

Or maybe the present



Wednesday, 30 April 2025

Locations

You are here

Here in this house

Here, in this room

We sit together

In meditation

Also, in the bedroom

We lay together

To become closer

More-so than in love



Tuesday, 29 April 2025

Destinations

Finding my feet

Friday morning’s flight

Giving all

To the new direction


Met at the airport

Taken to the shops

Then onto Mon Plaisir

For a close and warm embrace