Childhood came on a summer train
Bearing dry-leaf packets of unhurried fun
Adolescence too with its zits, pits and nettles
Stole a few glances and unspoken words
Above the secret stream of invisible kisses
Your lips opened into the railway tunnel
Lightless moments of plaintive pocket radio tunes
I seized those stars from the speeding fields
And tied them in your poem's meters
I will rest on these soft verse bundles
At night, at dawn, in unhurried fun.
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