Valerie

Draw shadows against the boats, selight in falling rain, it shocks me I'm broke, should be no news really, echoes of a bursting suitcase, ends another holiday, St Anthony’s quay has shown, loss carries no certainty, when you need a loan, mist across the inland sea, buses groan at the station, they thrum a sad soliloquy. I hate to beg and moan, now we're just company, but can't we just carry on, If we mark the peace, with shades of new territory, we can get some release, beyond the cafe's.