Imogen Forster – Late Sun

The Stare's Nest

Late Sun
Late sun, tapping out
its slow beat on my back,
synchronised with my blood,
to be memorised on the skin,
stored up against coming cold.

It has a deeper note,
a different smell,
a denser sweetness,
as if to make up
its clear shortfall,
to compensate for
its soon to be
earlier darkening.

As if by sitting here
under its golden blessing
I could hold it fast
in this perfected moment.

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