In The Salt Pig, I try to think of the truest sentence I know -
The slim waitress brings me a cappuccino without being asked -
The town hall clock strikes eleven -
A few members of the crossword gang are here -
The young man with the dark glasses says his eyesight is no better -
The Salvationist who looks like a weather worn mariner is standing outside the Post Office -
I'd bought a War Cry -
God Bless he'd said -
I'd always thought that Hemmingway was overrated -
Those photographs of him with his beard and boozy grin put me off reading anything he'd written -
But here it is - that sentence - I'm thinking of it now -
Memory is hunger -
There's Hemmingway, poor and happy, with Hadley in Paris -
For me, too, I thought, there was a time when there was no false spring -
Summer came one midnight over the fragrant orchards -
That autumn, golden apples weighed down the gentle trees -
11.00
Thursday 29 June 2017
The Salt Pig
Wareham
Dorset
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