Angeline knew dark people
in places I would never brave -
we explored by night
beneath the sparkling teeth
of this alien place.
Dizzied -
drinks of something clear and earthy
and strange jazz
from a smoky corner -
we stumbled in and out the shadows.
Sirens sliced the rainy sky
outside our flat
and Angeline
practiced foreign phrases
with passing musicians
and a woman across the narrow lane.
I will ever know her
from travel magazines
with grey and gold photographs
of a place and a world
apart.
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