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Comments about Ann Dunford
In the small hours
Imperfectly sharp images of our meeting
Slowly surface through sleep
Bursting the fragile meniscus of equilibrium.
Endless review ascribes significance
To the merest trifle and
Finds complicity in its absence.
“Boo! ”, you said and I smiled (well, grinned)
Comfortably familiar we sat together, apart.
And I recall with such fond clarity
The removing of specs
Your consciously clever play on words
The avoidance of touch
Taking refuge in superficial familiarity
And then, leaving,
Steps in cadence ...