today everything I know
is somewhere else
except that the ivy has been
trying to come through window
I remember the last time
I crawled through a window
that was Mexico though,
with the moon low over the sea
and the slow procession of
turtles moving up the beach
today everything I want to know
is somehow elsewhere
tangled up in the pink
of the bougainvillea
© Sarah Whiteley
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