The first sit at a new seat.
Looking out at a new old street.
Sweet golden bark and roots.
Spilling out on broken pavement
My heart beats.

Some nostalgic music and fresh air
blue sky and green leaves
White paint and dirty brickwork.
atomic mess – I cannot describe
the presence of time.

The bursting waves of stress,
Of geography stretched across my mind,
Of time condensed.
And another moment better than the last.
Savour quick the future past.

I still cannot describe the presence of time,
I barely know the nearest shop.
We’ll go for a jaunt and find a bar.
Then move when the time comes,
And my heart beats.
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As I recall, this was written in September 2018. A time before human extinction.

Mr Hummels
XOXOX