Seamus Hogan - Crossword

for the Unger-Hamiltons

That word holds itself
on tongue-tip;
like thunder to the prongs
of lightning, or a drop
to leaf-end in returning sunshine.

Then something distracts,
refracts. And the across down
is elsewhere. Just as you have forgotten
that you are remembering
is when the solution begins.

Seamus Hogan

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