Monday, 12 August 2013


It overtakes me at speed, and goes trilby-ing
through a coach party of L.S.Lowry look-alikes.

I’d left home early, feeling warm. Now the chasing
air drills through the back of the woollen sweater
bought in preference to a windproof synthetic fleece.
Tears and snot fly when I return into the easterly.

Next time I’ll rise at midday to shower and brunch,
wear a coat and get a taxi to take me home.