fir trees and light
the silence of meeting
after all
we had won, had all
but left we had had
had not, no less
ever came into the wish
for sophistication Keston
Sutherland your height
drapes a caustic fen regency
and I am learning to be what you
always intended me to be
with ease
(as I discover) and call to my
better half "Catherine!
is this not O'Hara?"
no James! you had better
lift up
your skirts and run from such baseness
than be told you share none of it
after all your worry with
the Sophoklean hard light you know
OR THOUGHT YOU DID
I really don't find this poem very
interesting
why should my readers?
who said they should?
am I out to sell?
do I want "a good product"?
no I don't is the answer
I give for the benefit of those
reading this poem for the first time
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