Where would I rather be but here
in this room with its coconut twist painted walls
after an early morning ramble through woods
still resonant with nocturnal shufflings,
the dog now dreaming at my feet.
And nowhere else to be, no new alerts or notifications on my phone.
The street outside still empty of its diurnal rumblings
and on the wall two Ugo Baracco prints of Venetian canals
drawing me into portentous waters
and on the gable wall of the filing cabinet
posters of the bouquinistes on the banks of the Seine
laying out their wares
a panoply of stories and a silence in my head
charged with the sound of stars ringing
That transition time when tales run amok
trailing me, pen in hand in their wake,
cupping with the other hand Barry's tea
in a Back to Front cow mug....
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