Vacancy arisen

Getting where I need to be out there in the wide blue sea just me a boat, wine, some cheese and I have left a note, gone fishin’…

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One Summer day in 1967

It was mid morning before it dawned on us that we were late and what a fuss we made, Slices of bread and marmalade half brewed tea put the pot in the shade. We got there at the last knockings when the tide was about to turn, down went the fishing lines up went the…

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Another reason for languages

Fluent in truancy a juvenile inadequacy. So when she spoke in French to me, ‘je m’appelle Fifi’ I didn’t have a clue what she meant. then with great intent she said, ‘je veux faire l’amour avec vous; I still had no clue so I went fishing instead…

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Paper patches

  It tugs me and rips where the wind strips me bare but I’m up here and out there wearing my heart on gold leaf she sits smoking cigars.   I jump through hoops while she makes steel bars a cute combination acute location.   On the reef no such grief just me and a…

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