Estuary - by
Waking in the small hours the night
/ before you go into hospital, you press
/ the palm of my hand to your cheek
/ so…
Waking in the small hours the night
/ before you go into hospital, you press
/ the palm of my hand to your cheek
/ so…
Love unfolded then, like crumpled petals
/ opening into sunlight,
/ unfurling at the stroke of spring
/
/ as we walked the seven miles of estuary,
/ reaching,…
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