In my dream I was in Nice railway station

Sketching its beautiful ornate interiors

When the owner of a bookstall approached me

And asked if I would like to buy a Barcelona scarf

I told him that I would although the day was red blue raw

But my major concern was that I was still barefoot

He instructed me to get on a train and travel to Cannes

And therein enquire about my missing shoes

When walking the scalding streets of the purple city

I told the owner of the crescent moon of my recent dreams

And the shadows that at times had seemed quite opaque

It was then he told me that he had once lived in Basingstoke

 

 

DP