let the words come
to expose your soul
all your fears & reconciliations
rolled up in my boyhood
when the stream pushed me
into my autstic lunge
beyond all limits
recalling the poets
who could read a river
and never cry
over the intransigences
of time
Dr Simon Curtis
my friend with whom
I ventured over the pennines
to Sheffield
where the latest tome
of Tho Hardy's poetry
had been brought into line
by James Gibson.
I never had much time
for literary studies
but I know the meaning
of magic.