Photographs and voices

Rounded off post tops, twisted and twirled

Balustrades, fair places for the children

With fair hair

Sat with a smile

Beside your granddad, in a straw hat

A string vest

You remember the testament

A personal recollection of the ending

Of the war

Indescribable, words fail

Instead; tales of evacuation

Sisters

Children; from all over

In ones and twos and threes

With your long past adolescent

Smile

Behind the broad rimmed glasses

Back into happiness

Way away from sadness

Toss another pebble

Into the flow and ebb of sea

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Fresh daisies

I begin by remembering something always different

From the poem by Yevtushenko, just called Waking

Think on that

Just, for the moment, think on

Some things, same things

Yet always different

Without then their past connections or disconnects

Afloat in space, without landing, without mooring

Awash with the newness of it all together

The marvel, the meander, the wondering why

And how in the shower the radio plays

Back there, in your en-suite bedroom

There are echoes, sing-alongs

Songs of love, with differences no longer intended

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Just me and you

We talk of past and present

In the future tense

Oh heaven sent we have the sense

To look ahead

Not to tear open

For some other scavengers

Not to bear any more their load

More so than their witness

We walk in steps

On quiet pavements

Under stars and sodium lights gathered

We skip across the gaps

To find a flat stone surface

Or a park bench

Or a stream

Just to sit, no more than that, for the moment

To listen to the night time

The silence of the hours

The spoken woken tokens

Of this rounded, founded, rarest love

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Later

Old or newly lit

Separate yet held together

Those never have been

Street scenes when back along

All and everyone else

Went back home to their beds

Neon lights, night music

Alcohol

And dreams

Shared as if forever

A simple song, a submarine with everyone

Yellow in the chorus

Young so so seemingly fits

Snugly

Untethered ever greens

Open the doors and the far away windows

For another go

On the carousel

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Pebble stones

Rolled up trousers

Trilby's on our knees

Flying kites

And maybe we might

Be floating on the breeze

Hammocks and hurricanes

Those old narrow chicanes of love

Lollipops and spotted frocks

And pigeons which look like doves

Walk towards the picture taker

Images so clear to freeze

Passing rites

And maybe we might

Be sitting on the leaves

Grandpapas and Aunty Jane's

Those lost remains of love

Hollyhocks and empty docks

Seagulls in the pigeon loft above

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