We'd counted the homeless in the windswept precincts -
We'd glimpsed the dark sea and the white moon -
We'd talked about Lorca in The Bodrum -
Now we danced to a cover of All Right Now -
Lou smiled her flinty smile -
I felt the New Year brush against my face -
I heard the whisper of its subtle wings -
00.30
Monday 1 January 2018
The Golden Eagle
Southsea
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