Owen Lucas

520

It was music got
Caught

In the ploughed
Space,

Between our
First

Meeting and our
First

Embrace. It was
Two

Weeks, only a
Shower

Come over the
Back

Houses where in
1941

The whole place
Burned.

Nothing went on
After

As it had before.
A tiger

Of air was living
In its hoar

Sentences of air,
There,

Sewn with us in
Our arms.