2021.11.09.
Your Memory in Me
Your memory in me is a solitary whirring of pedal-bikes that go peaceably where the height of noon descends to the more blazing sunset amongst gates and houses and wistful inclines of windows reopened onto summer.What’s left of me, only a faraway wail of steam trains lingers, of souls that are departing.
And light on the wind there you leave, lose yourself in the evening.
And light on the wind there you leave,
lose yourself in the evening.