Second Person

Ever by the Avon With my name-tagged fleecie coat Making little rivers To the big smoke I will row a number Hitherto unseen I won't boast or nothing Depending on who's asking me For neither might nor metal You lay your favour down Someplace equidistant Here and now Just give me 'til tomorrow To settle my escape Pack up my belongings And we'll away There's a candle lit before me I can't help blowing out Wax upon my finger Sweat on my brow And carefully and costly I'll cast my writing hand And send it with a letter and a plan You can write my poems I'll write your replies Let's see how I like it Being second person In your eyes