A Little, Little Lake District
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An artistry might make a loch as long
As some infinity, but that we do
Not need. A sonnet, villanelle or song
Might stretch a span beyond lochs’ blue,
But if that failed to cuddle you and me,
Its length would be blue lampoon. Its shores
Could not be wide enough. Eternity
Would lose its meaning for imperators
Of love like us. A loch like this would meet
Its mockery if in its deeps it left
Out love like ours, omission its defeat.
The largest loch imagined wants love’s heft.
The poet and the artist try to make
A loch like love but make a piddling lake.
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