In the honeymoon phase
Of a relationship break-up
Before the house is sold
Or new homes identified
Another café, on another day
In a town
Without any recommendation
Other than the café
In the drilling-down essence
Of two people falling apart
Before new shoots of life
Find their way through the earth
A pair of colour-coded Italian bicycles
With matching mustard-wall tyres
Each have drop handlebars
Although neither is a female frame
I might have caught the sun
While looking for the shade
I might have caught your eye
While looking for distraction
Either way, going forwards
We ought to take it on, didn’t we
If for no other reason than to align
The northern star with the galaxies of love
The neat VW camper-van
Might offer the right kind of escape
As also could
The Audi three-litre metallic coupe
Pages, sewn together with cotton
Not stapled or glued
Could I be so so careful
He doesn’t park the car too well
And his lady-friend she tells him
He shrugs, it’s obviously not his fault
Anyway, by now, he can taste the hops
As he thinks to slake his thirst
With a great big pint of blonde beer
A regular, or so it seems, takes the last space
Close up against the horse box -
Some folks just do not stand on ceremony
I myself am still trying to be creative
But, with only a car park for inspiration
What are my options, realistically
He carries a vase of flowers
Across the public house car park
Jarvis sings
I wanna live like common people
Yet only yesterday, on radio 3’s Private Passions
He was revealing his favourite classical music
Kicking off with Yorkshireman Frederick Delius
The bride of the wedding, down the road
Is a keen and capable gardener
Who has truly inspired the village
One hour has passed, almost
Since you said to walk to the pub
So, being good with instruction, I did just that
Here to listen to dancing in the moonlight
Which may well be played again, later
Whiteley Neil’s banner claims theirs to be
The UK’s most loved gin, how do they know that
Or are they just trying to be controversial
Down the road
No more than a stroll away
A couple are getting married
The sun is warm
The sky is blue
Exactly the kind of day to wish for
What’s that you say
Be careful what you wish for
Remember ’75 or was it ’76
There is a stone detail
Around the top of the windows
I have not seen the like before
Be wary of surprises
Did you really say that
As you handed them their rings
