Driving back from the museum, I heard Ecstasy of Gold on Radio 6 -
I turned up the volume -
I remembered the film, and those I watched it with -
Mike, tall as a young tree -
Another Mike, the first of us to lose his dad -
We'd smoked Dunhill International as though we were gun fighters -
The film, with its laconic angel -
The vast graveyard under the witnessing sky -
The angel's narrowed blue eyes -
The coffin maker -
The beautiful trumpets -
The cicadas singing -
Sunday 18 August
Upton bypass, between Poole and Wareham
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