Monday 28 March 2016


it's time

Malijah Drake – an unusual name.

I dreamt of her last night.

This morning - or at least now, somewhere in the late morning – all I can remember is her name.

I could have held onto more than that but there were too many distractions – the cats, the dog lost from the forest who likes the garden but won’t come closer, the yoga, Lou Reed and The Velvet Underground, the washing up.

Not necessarily in that order.

But it’s ok.

I’ll see her again.


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