Redlight on the restaurant
with the empty table and chairs,
sugar balloons and coffee
sing in the morning air.
Sitting on a bench
we sit, as always
and celebrate,
and watch,
and snigger, as boys
embracing our own fears
and holding
in each others hands
our thoughts and tongues.
Tuesday 18 August 2009
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