Moon
Kate is far away
Moon & sodium light
Such nonsense
Not to be together
In the best years of our life
Could we afford the liquor
Would we make the time
OK these nights don't turn up too often
But when they do
We ought to grab at them together
A soft touch
For the skies that drift to cloud
A desire
To take the steps unknown
Kate would like these prints
Plymouth, Devon
In the style
Of the Great Western railway poster
Bowling green bowlers smoke
Ogden's St Bruno Flake
Southern Transports motto states
‘Fresh air for all’
Plymouth Hoe
Plymouth Hoe
Plymouth Gin
Did they play with perspective
Are we also, so self, so self-important
That we miss out on the main chance
Sometimes it seems
Seriousness
Holds the upper hand
Soft words
