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Saturday, 18 June 2011

Royal Ascot

They seemed excited
to be driving south
for the final day,
the dressing up, the atmosphere.

I’d felt that way too,
one summer,
because I knew
she felt important
at that kind of thing;
hobnobbing,
showing off her Burberry,
though we were still
on the outside of the fun,
wandering around
our virtual enclosure.

And I knew
it wasn’t enough
to queue for a pint
of warm Pimms.

It would never be enough.


John H Davies
18th June 2011 

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