Saturday in Keswick

to D.T.

The sunshine whittles away the wrong
that lies beneath a peaceful gossip of colours
in the old market-place where throng
people in anoraks and binoculars.

The sunshine makes astonishing amends
for all we have lost, and thrills through history’s wrong.
Yet I miss, this peaceful morning, one of my friends
whom I have not seen, and will not see, for long.