Overhanging your tiredness

Coming home

 

Ah 60’s! Too young, let’s do it again.

60’s women, short skirts, knickers

 

Don’t look now in Blackpool

The man selling sand is here again

 

What comes before?

Silent silver surfing by the sea

 

Falling into the past

Looking back, we see clearly.

 

Footprints in the sand of disbelief

Nowhere to fly across the skyline

 

Discarded memories rearranged to

Tell another story going back

 

Walking in the footsteps of another time,

60’s music playing, freedom dancing, and intoxicated mind.

 

Bending down pink mini

Showing my bum… never!

Never in a month of Sundays!

 

Waving to myself

It’s all Greek to me

 

In Lindisfarne the sky is darkening

We will cross the causeway one more time

 

Bold, black ink

Still waiting to know the future.