Promenade
You, of course —
you are a promenade,
one
that is not yet strolled upon.
And you are an umbrella
under European sun.
I am the lake builder,
the all-night fielder,
the person of limited sum.
Here is a visitor
caught hard upon the lanes —
the ones they used
to line with pre-decimal change.
But you,
you are a promenade,
a Jurassic beach,
a class of artists
that the holy could never teach.
A place of puddles
with such eager feel;
we are just rocks clashing in a space,
picking out lines
from every paragraph break.
And here I am,
dealing cards to men
who only ever impeach me
and define a crooked masculinity.
But you, of course —
you are a promenade,
one of tall palm trees
that causes time to stop with certainty
and fall to its knees.
James Garratt – Sunday 3rd September 2023
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