All the airborn spores of spring
Poppies smear the fields like lipstick kisses.
I held you like my last £10
And drew you like sunflowers towards the sun.
I caught the sun.... Ravenna
And gave it to your eyes.... Forever
All the harlequins of Venice
Couldn’t stop the streets from returning to the sea.
I played piano while the town went down
I played Rule Britania perfectly from memory.

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