She Drove to Devon

When she saw the shelf,
Baubles and rivaling books
Sharing space with dust and staff notes,
Aeneas yielding to Winnie Pooh,
She grabbed the boy she’d grabbed from space.

From that place.

Her stand, her stance, a drive and in time
Towards Jurassic coasts,
Far from a modern memories,
Where doctors hurt, and strawmen lurk.

Towards a northsouth coast
Lofty shores and sandy cliffs, or somesuch mixed up coastal driftings.

A northsouth coast,
Conflicting tides.
A tousle-haired boy and mixed up loves.

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About Martin

I'm just... filling time.
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