#Poem Plymouth

A nearly-solstice sun hangs behind the hill
Call it evening but it’s only half-three
blue on water
great shadows
sidelit lighthouse
monument
citadel
moping girl props on railings
waiting

I have to follow the roadsigns when I drive back
get funnelled into slow commuter queues
Red brakelights clog the dual carriageway for miles

Fuck it, I’m turning round
drive anywhere
anywhere but here
this crawl
but then I calm down
think of something else
and after the next set of lights the traffic clears
we all speed up
Next thing I’m home –
surprisingly quickly

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