Ben put down his moonshine -
Only hardcore boatmen drink there now he said -
I walk there with Flash, foraging for the stove -
I pictured the pub on the remote cut -
The dour Olive behind the bar -
The derelict stables facing the dark water -
The ale in a tall glass -
The sky in the window -
Winter caught in a net of stars -
December 2019
Ferring
West Sussex
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