In the Apple Market
your south London twang
accompanied the many undulations
of time

Your wild androgyny
mirrored the mirror
of yourself

Skimming off the water
of childhood,
like a dog shaking off rain

You lit up, spot-lighted,
an iridescence of sound
Ziggy!

Your songs were the water
I needed
your terse verse
spread underground
watering imaginations
music like a rainbow.

Baker Street during the long hot summer of 1976
we thought it would never end
but you knew differently
ashes to ashes
dust to dust

Before the silver cord was broken
Before the golden bowl was crushed.

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