Spring days like this
Bring to mind brightly Oxford,
May Day, the Thames
Its murky waters put to shame
By the green, grassy banks rolling,
Sloping gently towards her
The open doors of the many
Pubs beckoned and we answered
eagerly to their gritty come-ons
and whiskey whispers
to stagger over the Folly Bridge
six pints full
Your tight wire act amusing
Even after the silence
Then the splash
As you tumbled off and in.
© Erik Hansen 2020
WILDsound Festival 