Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Out Late

Out late in the

big city

for the first time

this century


aware of my watch

not on my wrist

where I wish

I could feel its strap

if I lose

my way

at least I'd know

the time

in a place

I once felt was

my home

I walk careful as if

the pavement could hurt me

you are here I see

the moon

one edge away

her cheek on the blanket

I catch hold

with a sound

when I see her over

the sea

and walk

ballerina sole weight

I follow the

I want to be home

of suitcase wheels

only us

does she know the way

the girl turns

still walking


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