Morning Glory
By Ewan
Sun, 27 Jan 2008
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'Morning Gloria!'
We stifled a grin
as she took me in
hand.
Some time since we had
been on terms friendly
enough for such a
grip.
Hand taken away
as if forgetting
what to do with her
or my appendage.
I woke to find the
dreams of older men
still those of teenage
boys.
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A lovely, delicate piece.
A lovely, delicate piece. Perhaps it's my sentimentality, but I wanted to change the order of the last stanza to:
I woke to find the fond
dreams of teenage boys
still those of older men.
Ross McCague
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