Updated: Aug 14, 2018
I wrote this poem when I was in Provence.
A child climbs a rocky face,
An IPA warms on a Frixprix shelf,
Marseille airport in the twilight hour.
The dark seal skin of a boy hovering over the sea,
The colour of Negroni, ice cubes in light,
Gémnos and Aubagne etched on a google map.
The burst of energy as mass falls through air,
The old-fashioned glass of a Pisco sour,
A boat journey just a few clicks away...
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