You Were Wearing Blue

You Were Wearing Blue

the explosions are nearer this evening
the last train leaves for the south
at six tomorrow
the announcements will be in a different language

i chew the end of a match
the tips of my finger and thumb are sticky

i will wait at the station and you
will send a note, i
will read it
it will be raining

our shadows in the electric light

when i was eight they taught me real
writing
to join up the letters

listen you said i
preferred to look

at the sea everything stops there at strange angles

only the boats spoil it
making you focus further

from Collected Poems (Carcanet, 2003), copyright ? Tom Raworth 2003, used by permission of the author

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