Night Lights
For Jo & Glen
Shades,
I need,
This short-lifted
Mission:
Escape from
Winter’s
Cold derision:
Flickered
Flight-lights,
In darkened sky,
Remind me that,
We’re not designed
To fly.
Glen and Jo,
Perfection,
As all those coupled,
Ensure my landing
Is flat,
Untroubled.
Taxi, terminal-ease,
Through Ashdown Forest,
We return to Uckfield,
Sun-loved,
Refurnished.
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