Jay read this book one Dorset weekend -
I've only just started reading it, yet already I'm filled with melancholy -
I know where the story will end -
I remember the small town, the heartless beauty of the sea -
I imagine placing my suitcase beside a narrow bed -
The Angel of History would watch me caught in the storm from paradise -
I'd be swept away whilst a policeman smoked a contemptuous cigarette -
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Monday 7 February 2017
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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