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2015, airport, beach, business, Carol, Charlotte, dream, horizon, identity, leisure, life, lightning, looking, morning, Mum, plane, sea, station, sunshine, talking, time, town, train, walking, windows, Woolwich, work
dream 230315
walking through town in a Woolwich
cleaned timeless on a sunny morning
into the clinic along Powis Street on time
for my eventual appointment in life;
the first client amid the beginning-of-day
chat, dispersal into action behind screens;
she sits on the settee, I sit on the swivel
chair; she looks at me assessing, I feel
good in my natty casual clothes; she cannot
speak, tries several times, she consults a
colleague; they are surprised, the consultation
becomes a sit-down party, I, fade from the
scene … walking about the seaside town, the
preparations for the coming day of all the
business and the leisure to be made from it –
hand-painted lettering in bleary windows a
metal stand is handed down to the beach
showing the way to the after-dinner boat
trip (where will it moor?); the water is full
of junked buoys, slimey and sun-faded; a sea
plane passes overhead up the beach – no help –
a huge helijet comes in low – gigantic – heading
for the airport – airport? – falling, she’s
too big for the town, nose-diving, disappears
into collapse like a building with plumes
of columns and lightning on the horizon;
Carol and the kids; I run to where I left them,
not at the station, no entry; but here is
Charlotte, only 6; train is leaving town,
Charlotte has gone, I cannot see Carol;
I run down the platform to say goodbye,
she turns to face me; she is Mum
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
beach & morning & time wormhole: that comicbookshop in dreams,
Carol & looking wormhole: recline
Charlotte wormhole: ‘my Dot …’
dream & windows & work wormhole: Evening Wind, 1921
horizon wormhole: the / very gradual art of sitting
identity wormhole: it is complete
life wormhole: Detective Comics #345
lightning wormhole: footfall
Mum wormhole: heirloom – break / after heavy shower
sea wormhole: Buddha / Shakyamuni
talking wormhole: you can only smell the candles / when they have been snuffed out
train wormhole: travelling
walking wormhole: earthed
Woolwich wormhole: Jackie’s slight smile