A grandchild, posterity
Balanced on your knee

40 years work
Well-digested neutrality

I'll be around later

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I sat with Steve
beside the Thames, 1965
and talked Jesus…

We'd done the Tate
gloomy, jaded shadows
but the light was good

Something was missing
from school
from TV
from home

I watched the river
chapter by chapter
roll towards the coast
felt its foggy history
in my guts

I imagined dreams
that would fire a beacon
not for Steve or me
but for some ill-defined
discarnate traveller

that day
a decision was made

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