I unwound my keffiyeh -
I was wearing my antiquarian tweed -
I'd turned the pages of a foxed Freya Stark -
Invisible Naval Officers had brushed past me -
I gazed at a county map showing lost villages -
Old words stirred in reefs of memoirs -
The silverback took my note -
Osbert Sitwell he growled -
There's not much profit there -
11.59
Tuesday 5 June 2018
Salisbury
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