CATERING

Forever far on equinox coastal unguarded brims, spent beacon’s life
small imperfection always, a riddance still, flash of a Sheffield’s knife

Very old of voices in this mauve of dawn, a resolution of life’s altruism
of yours the images you left on that apostasy, a Styx rife despotism

one instant of hypothesis your glance, a tragic wilt, magnetic stare
it was a never equation to solve, a wine’s spill, a marquee of despair

I ‘ll go astray from that coastal of Aden, assuming earth will be mine
a still of odds Sunday’s sweet, my recall of your adventitious assign

An image of a kid in kite’s feasts, with my voice of our friendship’s skies
of those that escaped in high mists, odd call will be, our shipmates eyes