Good Old Friends
GOOD OLD FRIENDS
I want to stop them sliding off
Down the misty stream. The barge is full
Of good old friends in dialogue
With one another (but not with me)
About an
Eighty, a hundred years ago.
My notional boathook catches air.
Their chatter fades. I am left with
Still, amazingly, one of us,
Who sits with me on the landing stage,
Wiggling toes in the dark cold stream,
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Wiggling toes in the dark cold stream,
And talks to me of her dream rushes.
I still like it.
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Everybody else, then, going?
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