Anywhere but here –
when I was 14 I sat under a bridge
with my feet in a river, cold blue toes
my friend and I watched trains
rushing by through the fields and
I asked myself who was going where
at 1am on a Wednesday night

Were it me I wanted to be
hurrying to the coast
just to drink somewhere else

But now I have the sea
I don’t need to escape the river
the village and the warm cider
my friends and my mother
have never been further

and yet –
I still want something else

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