You are my life: there’s no divide
Hard words could cause or temper bring
I love you more than being or thing
On earth was ever loved: inside
The soil of every angry scene
A new seed sends shoots, fresh and green
Good year, 1996
Three boats ride at anchor in the calm night
Warning lights winking without respite
And the far headlands to left and right...
In void cloudless afternoons
With dust on kerbs, trees weary with the sun
I thought of things, things I might do...
