He does it again,
my adventurer.
Has a gig,
plucks a cellist
from the next village along.
The car breaks on the way so
the RAC man takes him a couple of junctions up the motorway
to meet a hire car
so he can still get there,
in the end,
to walk onstage and to perform,
just as he would have
had he not been sitting in a garage
for the past hour,
wondering if he’d make the gig.
But he pulls it out of the bag,
just like he always does.
There is more than a little sense of adventure about all of this.
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elisabeth pike 