I remember when I walked to work nearly
every day that summer in drizzle, sunshine, or gales. Along the
suburban streets down the main road and through the park. Thoughts
of you and me and everyone else played out in my mind to the beats
and drops of my music. I can't say I enjoyed it very much –
especially in the rain. But the walk gave me time to think
everything over.
Once in a while I was hungover and my
head dropped and my feet staggered: this meant a specific melancholy.
I was too small for my life and the figures, dreams and fears hung
over me like the lolling trees.
The park gates opened into an expanse
of fields and sporadic patches of forest. I remember reading how
Adam awoke in Eden, Eve begotten, and travelled the land naming all
the animals.
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