Carol Ann Duffy: Poems Poem Text

Carol Ann Duffy: Poems Poem Text


In the end, it was nothing more than the toy boat of a boy on the local park’s lake, where I walked with you. But I knelt down to watch it arrive, its white sail shy with amber light, the late sun bronzing the wave that lifted it up, my ship coming in with its cargo of joy.


we text, text, text

our significant words

I re-read your first

Your second your third

look for your small xx

feeling absurd

the codes we sned arrive a broken chords

I try to picture your hand

their image is blurred

nothing my thumbs press

will ever be heard

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