Wednesday 2 July 2008

Collection

His eyes light up; face aglow
Tousled hair, everywhere.
He's seen me.

He stands, unsteady
Trousers sagging, wellies wonky.
Come straight to me.

My face? Inane.
My grin enormous.
My arms open.

A few small steps close the divide
From group to one
Enfolded.

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