13 09 07
This time last year

The quiet sea just over the wall,
remembering last year the moon over the channel
the promise of the south

returning into a venture as if to go over it
to remind me or to realise it, again.
A repetition, the same thing but slightly different

The last trip, was it a wave good-bye to a youth or a hello to something ahead?
Ambiguous
A fear the dream has disappeared - or become normal
its death

Following a notion
not even an idea
as unformed as a whim

out the window into the oranged sulphur streets

Away now

Away with the sun and the wind