We met by chance on the row riverside our songfire danced as our tea leaves dried she hatched our plans in the atmospheric tide said lets give up sacrifice next lend
so as the pull on the bagpipes played we kept cool in the parasol shade your thumb on my page at my tender age east enders wives
Then hidden in the box storm blind We grew old as the foxtail pine sheep in the fold gilding our gold sipping our milk and water lines
she packed our bags some arbitrary time then waved like a flag from the white star line unmoored unwell though I seldom elegize weve both been untrue but im still counting on you like an invisible rosary
And as the past and our plans are undone slowly sank like a shipwrecked sun bridges and boats turning them both burned up the sky
choir sang as the black birch fell sorrow rang like the church yard bells an ax to the trees so for the bees all our dads died Read more at