Here, a gift, a word, a phrase
a page in solitude, with a menagerie
of essays of hazy summer days.
Where rain and water, run from the
deepened bluing sky,
a corrucrust vermilion shining sunset
a panacea, universal answer,
is caught in your beautiful eyes.
18th June 1991. Canterbury
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