From the Room

TO DON CARLSON - MY ROOM DWELLING FRIEND- IN MEMORIUM So it's to say as much as everyone eventually finds a room to live in (my friend perhaps sooner than others) When he walked out though out on the town with generous courage confused a willing joy When he met our eyes out on the town with his runaway own waiting to share room I was sorry then sorry now Not remorseful then not now but hoping hoping he had a friend in his room So gone running to meet a friend (a great throng of friends to my mind) who waited just outside Dave Austin