I'm reading The Death of Artemio Cruz in Woodend -
I can hear languid saxophones -
I sip coffee from a fragile cup -
There's an exhibition of gentle posters -
Scarborough, the tonic holiday -
A penguin holds up a yellow parasol -
A golden couple loll on the perfect sand -
I look once more at the yellowy page -
There was a moonflower -
Artemio rode across the river -
Wednesday 11 March 2020
Woodend
Scarborough
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