These dark afternoons, we dream once more of white jets -
Escaping this chill valley -
We remember the bright sun above a church in a drowsy square -
The stone houses with their shuttered windows -
Kenny's place above the town -
The lizards sashaying across the terrace -
Olives and wine -
The stars in the warm sky -
Coffee and the fragile pages of The International Herald Tribune -
We dream of escape, of waking sunburnt -
Future mornings filled with light -
Sunday 3 January 2021
The Old School House
East Stoke
Dorset
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