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Time Wharf
The wharf of love appears if we wait.
That solid timber of rescue arrives
just as our compass fractures, and we,
Are set adrift without a map, lost.
Instant sunshine and the eager joy of life,
Replace the rugged, pungent day to day,
That burrows us, like a mole in deep compost.
Love has that knack
To set you on land, willing
To begin again.
