'Kim & Jessie' appeared on shuffle as I walked home and summer refused to die. I thought of you dancing in pointed shoes arms flailing in small circles to lead the reluctant revelers
A long-awaited exchange Of mutual existence Recalls a name, long-forgotten But instantly familiar. As children, thrown unceremoniously Into holidays and grandparents,
Hundreds upon thousands of tiny bats Are beating their thin wings To welcome the night. A flutter falls As the darkness descends And their voices call: A nocturne at once urgent
The secret ingredient In Mr. Hocking’s case Was a thick West Country accent And the crystal clear conviction That it was the seaweed above all else Which made his ice cream the best,
It was the second or third time that I visited your house and I scrabbled around in my mind as I picked out the letters of the game of scrabble which was absent from our fated evening