Saturday, 30 November 2013

A Present from Scarborough

You went to the shops to get someone a present,
And wrapped it with the best glitter you could buy.
Now the time comes, you watch them open it.
And in this first moment, they stop, stock-still,
Sensing there is something else as well inside.
Something else they cannot see, hear, taste, or smell;
Something else they cannot wear or even touch.
Rather, it touches them.
Something else called love.

Stuart Larner

Scarborough Review, December 2013

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