in the rain, in the dark
in the back of my heart
i got one shiny coin to my name
that i’m poor i know is true
but i’m spending it on you
& i know you won’t turn me away
we were walking on the hill
me, lydia & phil
& we stood there awhile looking out
at the houses in their streets
the clouds all marching east
they must wonder what the fuss is all about
cos you’re so beautiful mister world
on an upstairs balcony
in the village’s only street
10.37am
is a guy, 23
temporarily
lost in some crime novel when
he looks up off the page
at a world he sees every day
but not a world he’s set eyes on before
the power lines & hills
the myriad angles
dance & sing hand in hand for
you are so beautiful mister world
