Robin at Laugharne came knowingly,
A spirit on a ledge being worth something
In the mystery of the currency delightful
And settling before me and staring its greeting
That would have been closer
Without the people at the railing by the shed
On my path to the boathouse on that morning.
About the Poet
Poetry by David Pike.
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