A golden frame holds him ...

A golden frame holds him, this worthy with his sour, worn, gaze - 

He's almost a ghost - 

His villa still faces the sea - 

Somewhere, his name is written in copperplate - 

There are accounts in a ledger -

There's a garden - 

A stone near a fountain - 

Under it, there's a bright boy, wearing summer colours - 

April 26 2022

Woodend

Scarborough