Spring days like this
Bring to mind brightly
Oxford, the Thames
Its murky waters put to shame
By the green, grassy banks
Sloping gently towards her
Pubs beckoned and we answered
Their gritty come ons
And whisky whispers
To stagger over
The Folly Bridge pints full
Your tight wire act amusing
Even after the silence
Then the splash
As you tumbled off
And in.
© Erik Hansen 2015
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