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He Takes Off his Hat and Steps<\/strong><\/p>\n He takes off his hat and steps off the train, He buys a paper, leaves the change on the counter, Every morning we start over again, You don\u2019t need papers for the open sea, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Cliff Yates<\/strong>\u2019 new pamphlet is Bike, Rain<\/em> (Knives Forks and Spoons) from which this poem is taken. Previous collections include Henry\u2019s Clock<\/em> (Smith\/Doorstop) and Frank Freeman\u2019s Dancing School<\/em> (Salt). This is his website.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" He Takes Off his Hat and Steps He takes off his hat and steps off the train, looks up at the sky, puts his watch back an hour. He reckons one day he\u2019ll be buried at sea. His suit\u2019s wet through, he\u2019s been swimming again. He buys a paper, leaves the change […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4916","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4916","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4916"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4916\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4918,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4916\/revisions\/4918"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4916"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4916"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4916"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nlooks up at the sky, puts his watch back an hour.
\nHe reckons one day he\u2019ll be buried at sea.
\nHis suit\u2019s wet through, he\u2019s been swimming again.<\/p>\n
\npicks up the morning then puts it back down.
\nThe sea\u2019s a coin under an open sky
\nit\u2019s always like this at the end of September.<\/p>\n
\ncome round quietly, make up the bed,
\nbefore it gets alprazolam online 1mg<\/a> dark put the clocks back an hour
\nand in the morning put them forward again.<\/p>\n
\nyou don\u2019t need a ticket for where we\u2019re going.
\nA box and a prayer, a flag and salt water,
\nour hats on our laps we\u2019ll sleep on the train.<\/p>\n