Mrs Robinson II
Finely tuned
He topped his heights
With extra draughts of nectar.
He could see humour and sorrow in all.
Amusement in a mountain
Brought a tear
For friend not here
And never here again.
Sorrow-skewed,
Her life her plight,
No more topping
To her delight...
...or his.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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