Precious Boy - Talk

Now what's the plane doing
at that height
Leaving an endless stream
of pure white?

- Oh the pure white stream
so lovely to view
Is what the plane draws
on the pure blue!

But some time later
when I look again,
The stream is a feather
like a huge pen.

- Well, don't you think it's writing
to tell all men
What joy 'tis to stare there
every now and then?

(Written in Cambridge on Tuesday 2 December 1996)

Precious Boy

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