Monday, November 1, 2021

Innocence

 

 

You might as well have been the weather

Come in from the west

Face into the blush of sunrise

 

Long draw of the sea behind you

Rising over the shore

Arms out arms out arms out

 

Relentlessly new at first then

Willingly given to me and more while

Always increasing your stake

 

You were damp as new life

A fern still furled and turning

To the sun

 

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