I said to my companion, this is walking
I said to my companion, how my heart goes
out to all lovers.
The darkness was still warm
but the fields were freshening beautifully
in the winter rain;
the market was full of little lights
and I remarked the ear of a sack
sleeping on top of a tyre like a cat
on the kerbstone
I said to my friend stop falling on your knees
I have to keep pulling you on to your feet again —
then the dawn came down silently between
the rows of vegetables
and we passed out into the white star
rejoicing companionless in our love
As I crossed the square on my way home
the highest spires were ablaze with the movement of feet.
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