Sorry, I had another snapshot this morning.
Snapshot
the two lay one against the other
on the grass and smile
In a posture not as solemn as that
of the pharaonic couple at the Metropolitan
but rather more mundane and almost infused with greenness
for the quality of the beam on their relaxed faces
the elbows softly pressed against the fresh lawn
their skin touched by a shade of amber as after a long summer
their shoulders slanted as beached sailing-boats
and the glance fixed ahead in the same identical direction
as to establish the code of this is who we are
here we are and here you will find us from now on.
Oxford, 8.9.2001, 4:23 pm
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