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SignageOf Leaving Lynton - Summer 1997
The view over the bay, becalmed
enthralled me
and living was easy -
no matter how hard I tried.
The sundown lit the hidden red
of the rocks
where I have walked, once only:
red-faced on arrival
at the summit and dreamt
of new beginnings and of old,
yet another invention -
the only constant:
I worked
and met
Others
Equally ruddy
and you
Never to be forgotten
No more red rocks, no more ruddy faces,
"I'll fry me a burger" an everlasting memory,
like that of the hill, which now I miss,
up and down - to return is folly.
No more golden sunlight, nor misty moor,
neither clarity nor haze, a longing ache,
muffled by the closing of another door
opening to another world: a chance to contemplate
The last view over the bay, channel rippled,
saddened me.
Cigarette in hand, tea -
Golden sunlight the day falsified
