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  Ronnie Goodyer
   
     
Nick and Judy and Me
 
Nick was the River Man,
with you spinning, the old stash
forming clouds, a gypsy flowing
and dark brown brows.
Cross-legged sandals under print
and a smoky smell that drew
the power of dancing in waves,
and I asked if I could fall
in love with you then.
 
Summertime can be an all-night show
particularly when the moon is peeled.
Don’t Bogart you said so I didn’t.
You drew on my lip and we laughed
simultaneously, forehead and noses
pressed together, quiet now,
as he tells us all he knows,
about the way his river flows……

 

 


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