In the middle of night 

in Brightlingsea 
Tom Clark is 
sitting here with me.

The time is 
for me to write an Introduction 
to his book Airplanes.

I do. 
It’s 11:35. 
Not really “the middle of night” 
but allright.

I want to 
mention “yellow” 
and now 
green.

Often these two colors in particular 
seem to be combined 
in Tom’s poems.

Airplanes. 
The “yellow” 
and now 
green.

11:39 
My back is to 
Tom and now I’m about to 
turn around.

At the last minute
I realize
Tom is reading.