Back to Sun River pulls us down to the mouth Jumping for snatches of sunlight Hot on our backs, our silver joy Out in the air where I sing this If I may, mid-flip, pause and talk. It's hot today. In the morning You pulled me down to your mouth, Forswearing your usual equanimity. Afraid of the sea, I defer, referring To our last walk, my breaking civility. I distress myself, adjusting my tie; We must work now, mourning no Vainglorious urge to see. We wave The receipt of our younger selves, To refund our impossible happiness.
Sam Brenton
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