For David

This is for David
tall and quiet, blonde
and thin, pale lilac eyes
thinking the mouth
stumbles slowly along,
fingers picking at stones
hair blowing in the
sea air and a high
silver moon, a chalice
path straight to it
over a silver sea - he
spoke to me shyly and
the other two and
their fire were a great
privilege for me.
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