when....
a train
southbound
still breathless
silver birches
glinting
rushing past
or so it seems
about to lose
something
to discover
a lot
when....
not so long ago
an attic room
that wasn't mine
but felt safe
slanting light highlights
a sleeping body
calm improbable smiles
no worries
no cares
care free
responsibility locked away
for now
living the now
comfortable
pure escape
when....
staring out to sea
many seas
many times
many, many times
escape
across
rhythmic
reassurance
when....
on top of a mountain
my native north
drenched in autumn
a stag appears
just a glimpse
then gone
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