in the floe (sup long)

in the floe (sup long) – 17/09/2022

my dear
my dear
the nectar floes
are running

pouring down thickly

like mead
into a cup

the nectar floes
of summer
run
for you

catch
what you can

drink
when you may

the honey days
are few enough
and life . . .

is a sweet thing
too brief
and too swift
it runs

water
through
my fingers

air
that I
can no longer catch

the flowing days
are passing

sup deep

sup long

these flowing days
are going . . .

they
are gone

~

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