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Cornish Escape
Looe 12.35
In a bolthole,
under a grapevine, beside scented pelagoniums I
drink hot coffee,
let Sun warm my skin
in the trap
and let life escape me,
wander by in the form of tourists missing this hidden delight.
I listen to the chatter of the kitchen,
a waiter who delights in his work,
chiselled and fresh,
watch a well-groomed dog laze under a table.
Here,
in somewhere peaceful, calm
I resume.
Water runs, clouds clear,
coffee cools
somewhere glorious,
close to the Sea.
In a bolthole,
under a grapevine, beside scented pelagoniums I
drink hot coffee,
let Sun warm my skin
in the trap
and let life escape me,
wander by in the form of tourists missing this hidden delight.
I listen to the chatter of the kitchen,
a waiter who delights in his work,
chiselled and fresh,
watch a well-groomed dog laze under a table.
Here,
in somewhere peaceful, calm
I resume.
Water runs, clouds clear,
coffee cools
somewhere glorious,
close to the Sea.
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