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Let’s not miss any opportunity

Dear Joe and John,
How about I stop smoking,
and we could go sit in the Victorian gardens
black globular berries sticking to the soles of our shoes,
you could tell me about olives and tapes,
we could lie back look at the sky
palm spread our fingers out behind our heads
like fans in old photographs.
We could dress up and go to the beach
do the Charleston on the sand dunes
and not mind if it rains on us like dogs,
we could write down all the red houses,
grin until people ask us in for tea
and we will tell them about similies
and nuzzle their sofas.
And when we get tired,
and we will get tired,
we can all get on one bike and tuck our legs in.