Indirect Enquiries

You gained respect as we passed

Not a wave, a gestured wink

I was forced to think

I couldn't ignore

I've seen you before



Joking aside, face to face

It's the one I cannot place

A hint might enlarge your imprint

I think I've had a taste of a savoury

Denial would be a waste



Lying prone

Hiding in a column, between SALE and ZDRK

Sky, sand, and moorland, shepherd's delight

But not in the sun

Which stops you from walking



I might find you

But I lack the patience

Passed a corner, you'd been stolen

Ate a meal, you'd been defaced