Brighton

Dearest town, at this time brighter
somehow in lights and trees
I’m fascinated and still, I cannot
leave. Every town is lovelier
with crisp air and a little beer
and god, the clear night sky
I haven’t seen stars since
the last time I lay drunk
and looked up from my pebbles
dearest pier, I’m glad you’re here
and I have not become jaded
with time and with closeness
thank you, again – for a night
I could not have had back north

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