Nowhere Else Does Rain Smell the Same

so when I hear that song
and remember the rain
I know I was in Plymouth
with my transistor radio
sitting in a shelter
on the Hoe
and it was 65
just back from St Ives
and Donovan had caught something
in between his words
his story, not mine
but you sort of felt
we were all in a gang
and he did what he did best
(and me? I walked, and got wet)
and somewhere timeless
something good
got better

[actually, it was 66]

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just the waiting
little cuts to heal
back to smooth
the airless swing
dimension one
dimension two
little arcs of electricity
touch your skin
from nothing to nothing
from Left Bank to Notre Dame
tiny shots of time
a few atoms

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