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
In void cloudless afternoons
With dust on kerbs, trees weary with the sun
I thought of things, things I might do...
Gulls weave against grey sky
Winter daylight starts to die
Tree lights wink: wind is cold...
