telling the time

road to the coast, I ate
the miles, feeling the movement
of the car in my body,
later, when I lay down

noisy restaurant, two old
new friends, we talked
over food and wine -
we walked to carols and candles
in a mediaeval chapel
the choir were sublime

the Old Course Hotel resplendent
but empty and cold, the
bar had no fire, echoing
portico seemed to
continue inside, and the
modern suite felt functional
not replete, not sumptuous

all dressed-up in my diamonds
and finery, it was 
unusual to be out in company

with people I once knew well -
all the years gone under
our bridges, to many to tell

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