You're the final guest

You're the final guest
who won't let the party end,
lingering blue dusk.

I dream of drummers

I dream of drummers,
girls, and university;
wake up to Sunday.

Sunshine on wet roads

Sunshine on wet roads
and the perfect danger of
driving blind with you.

Cumbria becomes

Cumbria becomes
Yorkshire, as you sleep, on the
train from day to night.

Pouring down all day

Pouring down all day,
sandwiches in a car park –
absurdly it's fine.

Some window opens

Some window opens,
signal returns: a flood of
voicemail and texts.

All boots and greetings

All boots and greetings,
gathered in the village square:
four hiking magi.