Near Tower Bridge tonight
memory drawn back a decade to a furious stomp
back to the underground with Helly O
Bob Dylan variations/ revelations in my ears
we both assumed a proximity but
it wasn't ever that comfortable
being with her, walking with her
so full of opinions and unpredictable outbursts, she
was never exactly happy in or among my or any-
one else's company - something I can sympathise with
And yet how could I have been listening to music, viz
The Bootleg Series Vol. 12: The Cutting Edge 1965–1966
at the same time as I walked with her
must be mixing it up with a different visit to the same venue
I must be tangled up, and so the years
merge, and the memories
can't be trusted yet
the people remain singular and
The music remains immaculate even if it
wasn't the final version, and even
if we're still working on our own
perfect take forever
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