it was Summer again
and in Deptford the final frontier, before its streets discovered Autumn
and you stood, feet apart like a cowboy
and the cat, hiding alone and by the catholic church
Later, in a Turkish shop
you drank soup in garish purple
the window stubborn at your back and I couldn’t see
if rain ricocheted your cheeks
or unspoken words hailed like bullets.
And when the train came
and when we’d waited 10 minutes
we boarded separate carriages
as if watching each other
from opposite shores of the same vast lake.
for the youngest of 8