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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

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