Tangled up in blue ride 2

Lying on a high grass bank
above the Wye

Tintern standing tall behind the trees
Empty windows framing sky

Between the showers
sun lights up late summer flowers

Visitors stop by
and watch the monks load provisions down below

I smile at Larkin’s observations
Families by the sea

The scene I left an hour ago

Somewhere out of earshot
the bike is resting on its stand
The engine ticks

Changing books
Kerouac finds beauty
in the squalor of Redondas

I treasure this moment by the Wye
basking in the sun

It’s time to leave for Monmouth

By the way
the monks were just for fun