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Friday 15 August 2014

The Pen May Relate A Quieter Tale

Of a kind drafted in beach huts
Where a cooler breeze might
Steal the heat of this moment

The heat of this ever so slightly
Overdone mind & body
Standing beside the railway tracks 

As if, now again, back
In that workers boarding house
Deep in the suburbs of Plymouth

Or the B&B up on the Somerset levels
Where, into that faraway place
The roll and rattle faded to nought

Tonight it is as if the twenty-one
Thousand days and nights
Were also as good as gone