To My Love - by
Shall I compare you to an Autumn day?
The seasons, love, have grown more temperate.
Rough winds have shaken us along the way,
The summers gone too far to contemplate.
Shall I compare you to an Autumn day?
The seasons, love, have grown more temperate.
Rough winds have shaken us along the way,
The summers gone too far to contemplate.
‘Set ‘em up, kid’ was your usual cry
/ as you sauntered through the door
/ with a look in your eye and…
I have worn everything you gave me –
/ The ring, of course, and that absurd string of beads
/ Reaching to…
for Elizabeth, my wife
/ three linked haikus
/
/ All around salt in the wind
/ a mile from the sea
/ salt on the tongue
/
/ Against the wall…
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