P.S. Cottier #25 Just now and then

I have thought
maybe I should get a British passport
because I was born there
and I cherish the idea
of living in France —

maybe on a canal boat
or maybe a year in Paris,
if I just improved my French
which is, as they say, bad.

Just the other day
I felt these maybes disappear
because a British passport
became more just that,
and a lot less attractive
to one spoilt Francophile
cherishing houseboat dreams,
and moored rather further South
than lavender Provence.

P.S. Cottier