(for Jean)

A woman's voice have you written
anything yet since you arrived
echoes in the head hung
over coughing syrup
& beer won't mix the long
man of wilmington found by surprise
after two hours on the downs in mist
& sunshine over & around it deciding
prematurely after all it was in dorset.
The Grace. Smell of creosote & sawn
wood, houses going up, doric pillars in a
row. Beachy Head to the west a childhood / flooding back entire