The night the moon turned red
I became an anorak watching
with a home made
flask of coffee.The sky never
tasted better, sun, moon
and earth -
old friends in perfect alignment.

Remember it being the colour of mud
we'd spent all day throwing.
Sat watching that big old
rubber ball -- wondering how far
a marriage can be bounced
before all good lines are broken.

Paul Henry

If you've any comments on this poem, Paul Henry would be pleased to hear from you.

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