Betwixt the wish to endear
with soda bread and cabecou
as ever our vases of marigolds wither with age
Yet I wish we could auger well, while standing still
with a *** of lapsang tea
before you  kick off your slippers
tip toe upstairs
in sweet anticipation,
entice this confusion  with our X and Y's,
and by turning the latch of the bay window
you will look into a misty pool
and dream of your  entitlement.