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Green Summer Light (London Fields, Hackney, August 2022)

Poem for Eleanor

Outward movement in tangled space,
Striding yonder at uncertain pace:
To move and settle,
To hold, be fettle,
Is a journey wrought
With scrambled and
Conflicting thoughts;
But is a journey better made
When with someone whom also wades
Through the shifting waters
Of a new and non-specific life.