|R.A.D. Stainforth on the City Walls, York, UK (photo by Tess Kincaid)|
Like the city, your grip is strong.
You guide me in quiet stride.
Minster rises distant in paper-gray sky.
We step the same medieval stones.
Wool-jacketed school children swarm the crossroad,
laughing. The Ouse laps and sighs "Camelot!"
Creamy limestone becomes mildewed churches.
Rose windows. Gothic curves. Human efforts.
You point to chimney pots from station road walls.
I look up, hold tight against the cobbles.
Our feet touch. Suddenly, you are an ancient king,
noble as a chess piece, handsome among the yew trees.
Beautifully reminiscent read by R.A.D. ...
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