Sat, with damp dogs,
in the boot of my car.
while mist rolls over, drips.
Dogs fidget, chew a stick.
For me though, silence.

Rain comes,
beating on the roof and windows.
Falling heavier now,
nose  the car into the wind.

The boot now childhood’s cave
A teenaged den,
young camp outs.
Cars slept in,
even the luxury of a van.

Snug, in the elements.
A shift, wind sends eddies
Shuffle back deeper in
Shove the dogs into place.

Pull the bootlid closer in
Sanctuary, here.
The smell of the wet dogs
Evocative of dogs, loved and gone.

A choir the wind
The rhythm of rain
The curious shuffling of the dogs.
A place contained,
memory evoked.

Any one of a dozen beaches,
any lay-by on the moors,
Plymouth Hoe, Porthleven
Sennen watch, not here.

Not here, no.
Somewhere, though not here
For a moment, please, be here.
Tied to a moment

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