Victoria Market

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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