Here is a re-worked poem based on some words that I wrote a long while ago:
The ice-cream afternoon that I remember in August The cancer hidden from sight under a cloud
Wisps over internal mechanisms
that are well oiled
Please – keep the landscape blot-free
in Regent’s park
on one of our best days. A day with smiles
in summer’s spell The latent tragedy, mute
and unperceived
An ice-cream afternoon with fresh coffee
can never tell
The suppressor genes that ought to be working
are deadly switches. I feel August’s breeze Every cell,
in their scabbards, ready to
fight and defeat
sharp sidekicks that we do not know are there Devious hell
There is time to catch our train
and see the sparks,
your intellect (in flashes by the rails)
and your love store
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