We get along

We get along

We get along like two

Houses on fire. We burn excitedly,

Swopping flames, crackling with joy-

­Let it always be so,

O let it always.

I'm tired of going round and round,

My tail in my mouth;

Every revolution makes me fear

I've always been wrong

About everything; but we get along

Like two houses alight

And spitting stars, our laughter

Is less of a secret,

More of a shout

Into the endless, flame-shot

Night.

SARA BERKELEY 1967­