less is best
languid liquid
sunshine
pooling in
a summer day
cranked up
with hot mowers
song
a lone fly buzzing
round
the nightmares
of a dream
still sounds

shaggy head
I awake
my shuffle
my clothes
in a pile
my life in
a duffel
but U
bright eyed
and dressed
dug up from
the depths
like a prized
truffle
a spritz of ur
best Ardenes
and eyes lined
blush in place
with just a teasing
hair out of place

Ur little pack ur off
to lead
awake my greying
eyes like a tired
old stead
stirring coffee
the bump and grind
of the daily routine
the brush to stir
the flame of sport
U work ur crowd
in shoes and shorts
soaking in like the
fresh new blooms
admiration when
U take the room

give em hell
I always said
with a grin
thumping down
the stairs
the air still
spins

I held U close
but U owned me
whole
territory like
polar lands
in the barren
face
our flags
still stand!

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