Friday, 13 November 2009


When I was 36 … Andrew found me;

he sought me out, tracked me down

I didn’t know why (but now I do)

in summer at the top end of town


by self pity.

Into light he came from tunnel

and darkness, violent convulsions,

yes violence and a face ancient

touching, lolling and I softened;


like a baby.

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