To
good form
So
I guess it's you and me my friend
your
white face openly turned to the dawn again
the
first trucks shuddering down the road
greeting
us like fellow travellers
doffing
their caps like colleagues from the cab
it
is you and me my love
my
blessed writing
you
are all that gives me life and takes my strength
of
all the loneliest distant dreams on earth
you
give something back
it
is you and me old girl against the cosmos
it
is you and I alone to find the form
to
clear the gravid space
the
haunting need and to ignore the pangs of time
it
is you and me my quiet partner
my
sharp and silent sage
it
is down to us to settle and to give the earth
a
good account of it
to
heal and mend these many scars upon the page
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