Like a child leaps
from shade to shade
on a broiling hot sidewalk
in July,
you keep a lover
long enough to release
the heat
and then hop-scotch ahead.
Shadows, though,
follow the sun.
The cool darkness
you bathe in now,
though blistering
at noon,
will return at 3 o’clock.
Passion is variable.
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Yes it is, and change is enevitable, very poigniant writing here, Thankyou! Love Duncan X