Playing music to remind themselves
Of Parisian tokens exchanged
to journey on
Through a Changing city’s name
Finding existence in songs.
Wind break beach where I often waited
As Four seasons plays and I wonder if you hear
The same composition at this time
and think of me as I think of you.
Eighty six became eighty seven as we
Wait for a whipped ninety nine
and a breath sigh Spring tide radio drive
to see where a dawn fort sailed past
The channel on a Sunday night.
Whilst girls swim out past tidal marks
To have a first kiss with a clam covered bouy