It is to be found in his book 'Mass for Hard Times', published by Bloodaxe Books
We met
under a shower
of bird-notes.
Fifty years passed,
love's moment
in a world in
servitude to time.
She was young;
I kissed with my eyes
closed and opened
them on her wrinkles.
'Come,' said death,
choosing her as his
partner for
the last dance, And she,
who in lfe
had done everything
with a bird's grace,
opened her bill now
for the shedding
of one sigh no
heavier than a feather.
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