By Jim H.
Date: 29 January 1998

Rebekah's

Oh sweet and honest girl from whose smile I drink
can you still see that boy whom you sideways glanced
from across the low-walled labyrinth
between the punching clocks?
Is he here in this man who wakes next to you
takes his turn at the mirror
and kisses you as you pass?
Rest, Rebekah
and know that the boy still looks out at you
and swells so with love that he presses at the heart
of the hurried man he has become.