Summer’s over Drad
Air feels somewhat colder first
thing. Astounded by routes
to be hiked and arms of the Cathedral
which I want to loop me.
Temperature. Think of Montreal’s
first snowfall, Billy’s photos of
the Pier Head in December and BV3
‘Discosis’ shopping in HMV.
Seek the answer. Loaded lunchtime
Catharine Street. Si’s speed getting
somehow predictable in its urgency.
Aware she’ll feel exactly like me.
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‘You can take a trip around the world
without leaving your easy chair’
Locations will differ. The Friary,
the Town Hall quiet. Walk St. Anne Street
en-route to the Tower, sleep sticky in eyes
coffee somewhere our tonic.
‘The poet’s have been called for creation
we were born free to the world as we were
born we will depart’
Bold Street shop, curry ingredients.
Red Stripe fridge chilled. Hope in
Summer sun foreign students, open day.
‘Representing Faith’ attention holds.
‘I’ll carry on every single part I play
I’ll be so strong, hell I won’t give up the fight’
Hair zapped in Razor’s Edge. Flyers
given out, cash point trips. Step sitting
lock-out, provisional licence loss. Feel
magical, mystical, motherful logistical!
by Andrew Taylor.
(with thanks to Karl and Bran Van)
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