More tweed ...

I put on more tweed in Clobber -

I thrust my hands into deep pockets - 

The thick weave smelled of cigarettes and Autumn - 

There were ghosts here -

Bright pilots who had touched heaven before they fell -

Lounge lizards in white sleazy rig - 

Mariners who had known icy seas -

Scarlet coated Yeomanry - 

They touched my arm -

I breathed their air - 

5 October 2022

Clobber 

Boscombe 

Bournemouth