#Poem Out Loud

Even with your eyes closed you know where you are
Can’t you feel the space of the promenade
feel how the air takes a while to bounce back

Your walk is formulaic
we could analyse it
clone you
the patterns you make in the ethers
the chatter up top
the lonely ache for 24
your arms and legs, a wizardly vortex

You pick up the smashing sea
the following wind
the cafés, gloss paint and crockery

There’s nothing impossible
but the usual dreams haunt us
At dusk, the funfair is waiting for night


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