TOMORROW

Spring crept softly round The corner of my house

To greet me as I left the door;

It slipped its thin fingers in my hair,

And flapped at the corners of my coat.

Walking down the swaying bus,

I quickly sat by a youth in chequered trousers and shirt.

His chin was lightly downed

And his body was warmed by the youthful

Blood in his veins.

The movement jostled his leg and

Shoulder and arm, but it was

He who deftly shifted and moved

To bring his body secretly

Close to mine;

Touching, now at the knee,

Now at the shoulder, and arm, and Eye.

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J. R. Cain

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