You were born out of time
rushing to go back,
in your twenties style frocks.
you smoke from a holder
and drape your hands like a nouveau statuette
Say "golly"
play japes
and listen to New Orleans Jazz.
yet in your dreams
of Poirot Murders
and Cowardian manners
do you ever
look beyond the day
and see yourself
as I once did?
But you dont
you sip your pimms
and arrange your crustless cucumber tea
sliced in triangles
arranged like flowers
and watch the evenings go
and no one knows
whats its like to be alone
in 1921
like you
you were born out of time
and the smoke rises gently
from behind your
window.
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