for the Unger-Hamiltons <br /> <br />That word holds itself <br />on tongue-tip; <br />like thunder to the prongs <br />of lightning, or a drop <br />to leaf-end in returning sunshine. <br /> <br />Then something distracts, <br />refracts. And the across down <br />is elsewhere. Just as you have forgotten <br />that you are remembering <br />is when the solution begins.<br /><br />Seamus Hogan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crossword/
