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Shoreham Airport Cafe

Feel your skin prick as a Cherokee

takes off, your shoulder blades jut out

as hairs on your arms remember feathers.


You look over to the downs and their curves.

The college chapel's trying to climb

into the clouds with you.


You know what you'll see:

poppies staining wheat fields,

a road as it disappears into a hillside.


You'll scour terraces fishboned

off routes out of town for your home,

so close together, so cramped.


You head for the sea. Fishing boats

so far out. All of you navigating further

and further from the groundsman mowing grass.

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