oh, to taste every word
deliberate sounds from Hardy's lips
each letter of every delicious syllable
every loving chew
of every curving 'e' in Eustasia and Wildeve.
for all the noise of careless motormen
there sits one rider waiting for his lover
under a sheltered Han River bench
as the wind kicks up from north
dry as a drizzle spreads around them
more than glad am i to fold this paper
into my father's Hardy pages
pen retracted, kick-stand kicked
to find dry bench on Han River ledge
closer, warmer to my own lover
4-13-13
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