Favourite parts:
hours of my lost afternoon
warm at my elbows,
hills are thick
a wood of tangled sun
I am, for the briefest moment, suspent.
I paid away my weight
my every perfect collapse
in coins
wheeling our shadows through waves.
Couldn't remember which I already told you I liked and which I forgot about, so put 'em all there. I want to see more of this 'suspent.'
