B: Xxxv: Loveletter - Poem by Douglas Scotney
Dear Syd, Unloving Beauty,
Thought you were bold
Adding distance to dislike.
As if ever-growing cold
Would knock me off my bike.
My love has taken on as duty
Riding after growing cold.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
d'Ether = pun on what I like doing with Baudelaire, de-etherialize
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