Nusrat still sings His praise
The avenue blushes in Trinity,
An autumn red canopy cathedral.
The ancient stones, warm from the afternoon sun
Embrace
The wide eyes, hopes, and suitcases,
all ready to start.
Ten years went by.
The love didn't last, he threw the ring into the sea
"Rob finally came out, would you guess?"
They moved back together.
Oh yes, I still go punting.
And they say it's the hottest summer
As they say every year.
Evening descends on Great St Mary's, chiming
Stories
Happy, sad, and unfinished
And years go by.
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