finding the day – memories

searching over, round the town

walking in circles that never meet

looking for the hidden gems

underfoot and in the darkest closes

behind the background noise

in quiet coffee shops

In sharp decline from Americano’s

To draught Kelburn Cart Noir

at the place of light

Café Royal delivers again;

story outlines, poems new

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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