For Jasper

April sun, velvet onyx, purple

heart. Valor, corage drove

into fields. Bastet’s progeny,

a ludo maniac’s angel

of death. Heady, those

days, I was another

Molly, Bray Head. Love

bombed, we took a

Hiatus, me and my basalt

Jewel, to flee to breathe,

Dog’s Bay, hearts in

damp sunless sand. Years

roll, Gold arrived, black star of

India, Serendibite, all Jewels.

Shrapnel, bets lost, lovers

later, bis, we fled West.

Bertra Beach, smooth stones

pocketed, anchored home’s

Rubble. Stones, jewels, friends.


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