Tuesday, 16 March 2021


Traveling through northern France

with Michel driving.

The Beatles singing on the radio,

“Michelle, my belle”.

A sky of uniform grey,

dark, dark grey.

And then,

a surprise rainbow.

And then,

to one side,

a helicopter 

outlined black.

Mosquito like.


And then,

I bottled it.

I can still remember.

First published in Silver Birch Press, Song Series, November 2015


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