Try to outrun the sun.
Stand down in the sand with a beer and sunburn.
Cold night comes around
white spots signal dusk
and the meeting is over.
They're gone without goodbyes
in a photo you didn't bother to print
smelt distant down damp corridors
and coffee on the front step.
Sandalled feet remember when your bike got nicked
and your green coat bloomed Christmas Tree in December
without the central heating
or a fully functioning shower
evenings accented with strangers
strung from hedgerows, housing estates, shoulders and squinting eyes
surmise - a time, some time,
that time, that house
each other time a photocopy of the first
shorter and without nostalgia
real without the memory-fuzz in between
something something done at art school
something in the light of sunset

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