I walk to the top of Fore Street; it is half-day closing
In this South Hams estuary town
Yet a few holiday shops are still open
I buy myself an ice-cream
Which I saviour, sat on a churchyard seat
Before I enter my temporary accommodation
I have moved from the North of England
To be here in the South-West
I am alone in this, my transition town
Yet to see my smile
My posture, my demeanour
You might think otherwise; I couldn’t possibly say
I spot a red telephone box by the police station
I will make a call from there later I say to myself
But first to change out of the work clothes
