Poetry: A to Z | clivejames.com
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A to Z

Just there in the park
is where we used to lie
and burn. The sun,
flecks of gold in your hair,
your head heavy in my lap,

face open to the sky,
eyes closed in a slow blink
that missed me
squinting to read you
like a timetable or map.