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I –


Shabbier than usual

Not much whereabouts

Put a call in,

'Meet me wouldn't you

This evening by the trees,'

Where the road hangs and the river

Ruptures to become mountains

And the camp you built

Out of packing cases

Stands in.


'And if you beat me to it

Come up with some names wouldn't you

Whatever settles you as comfortable.

Send me a picture.'

I have this photograph

Waiting for you with my phone

Some tree in winter

Articulated by an office building.

Not much.

Nowhere really.