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One note, a daisy, and a photograph,

To slake this siege of weeks without you, all.

Your dawn-eyed envoy, welcome as Seconal,

To call you faithful . . now this cenotaph,

A shabby mummy flower. Note I keep safe,

Nothing, on a ration slip a social scrawl—

Not that it didn’t forth some pages call

Of my analysis, one grim paragraph.

The snapshot then—your eyes down, your hair bound:

Your power leashed, but too your blaze is dim . .

By the sea, thinking, long before we met;

Akimbo from your nape, what petrels round

(Out of the print) your unsuspicious slim

Dear figure, warning ‘Dream of him

       now you not know whom you will not forget.’