A Spell Against Parting
Too often it is either, or -
Either the one turning back
To a world gone dull, or even
Sometimes the one who settles
To a book or a fitful sleep
As the aeroplane powers up
Through cloud-drifts into sunlight:
Just one, who seems bereft.

But let it be the two of us
As we come and go, who are kept
Happy by the mad lovely lightning
That welds all the gaps: and who stay
Safe as one, under African heat
Or the drench of the monsoon rain.

In Your Absence
I can offer you only two things,
Whatever their disguises -
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