Tween and twixt times
Slipping the anchor
Sliding on the roundness
Of the rising tide
The comfort of your
Morning crumpled coziness
Pushes me aside.
There is the jostle and slap
Of wind jigged dinghies
By the harbour wall
Anxious in their tether
To be set free
I have my tiller
In the cruck of arm
Taking your farewell
With me on the tide
Knowing not
When and how I might return.
JL Feb 27 16:00
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