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Wednesday 26 November 2014

Forgetful

Free from intrusion
Able to write
Read
Listen

Take myself off
Into that other place
A journey
Eased by welcome

Eyes closed
Posture restful
Spreadeagled
Without defence

Warm paths
Just before autumn
The love of I love you
On sand and...no

I cannot bring
The word to mind
This happens
More often now

If only the Machair scanned
That would have got me off the hook

...flotsam ...jetsam ...surf
...shingle
Grass or pampas, pray please help me

It was all along the five mile road
Between tar-macadam and sea
The dunes, yes that’s it, the dunes

Don’t you remember
I ran down them and fell
I was totally exhilarated

Some called it love