Heady rush yesterday when I sampled

wistful bygones a little too excited 

for noodles wilting in polystyrene 

Yes please Table for two

 I am keening for this lovely mirage 

of  normality 

my tenderness is a flesh wound 

the city opens its legs 

when there is an opening we take it

Whomst has had enough of unprecedented times? 

Feet thundering past central a collective sigh

we are moored 

we are moored