Shall we take the previous minutes as read?
And the hours when morning brightened
To a day in the heart, out of mind, hot
With reckless words and shared heartbeats.
Our secretary sends his apologies, he's
Incapacitated by remorse and melancholia
After that joke that fell flat in the pub.
The first order of business is chemistry,
And Doctor Lezard has supplied the pills.
It's blue for warm and white for cool.
(Do let us know how you get on.)
Plans for the next event are already in hand.
And don't forget your longings and regrets,
Because you'll have the nights all to yourself.
--
Stephen Moran
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