long winter of
morning baths &
early lunches &
the cat sleeping
just where i want to
stretch out next
~
a derelict bridge halfway
over give or take
wooden handrail cratered
by cigarettes &
the black water is
moving but only just
~
i am suit tense but
pyjama wasted &
waiting on the blossom &
breeze to make the air
air again as i am no
longer a winter boy
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