Here
on floating ripples
I sat
drifting waddling
There
on nodding wattles
you sat
smiling
inviting
Tracing
following
your shadows,
deeply sculpted
Your
laughter
echoed my laughter
echoed densely
your feathers
afloat
caressing
still leading
wishes
[poem written for Form 7 graduation in 2003 for Mrs Too]
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