Friday 14 May 2021
a platform of impatient breeze
Basingstoke to Portsmouth train
to bring back a maybe memory
of undergraduate time again
the Guildhall lions in silence roar
I amble on, in nonchalance
by cider people midday haze,
pecking pigeon petulance
pink leg jogging girls go by
the ribs of parading pier
water hissing pebble beach
the scent of fish and chips appear
a half-gone bus stop, quacking lake
apartment row of opulence
back through wrought iron Southsea front
by breezing ferry elegance
those many years, they half-come back,
of bleary real ale memory
of Mott the Hoople Friday night
of European geography
