Catching sight of the homburg ...

When I saw the homburg, I remembered the one I'd worn - 

I'd been a student in a winter's city - 

I sat at a desk inside a brutalist tower - 

My supervisor spoke in languid drawl - 

I'd wear my hat in the icy park - 

I'd pull the brim down over my left eye - 

I'd count my footsteps in lamplit streets -

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Tuesday 19 September 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset