Those love letters from the seventies

I could not bear to read again

and could not bear to throw

Those airmail forms

those tortured lonely twelve page laments

that I read and read so many times

in my cabin off Cape Town,

in Melbourne and Sydney:

So many words

So  much love

But in the end

They were just ash

And I scattered them

Ashes to her ashe...

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