17 July, 2009 at 12:55 (Uncategorized)

It’s a damp day
The rain is Lancaster’s come to Kirkham to taunt me.
I respond with a finger raised, not at the clouds
which I rather like,
but at the cold.
For I was naked last night
in the rain,
in the best of ways
that Lewis assigns to friends and never lovers
and I assign to lovers.
Taunt me Lancaster rain,
it’s a long time since I worried about you.

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