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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.
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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