Like so much

of Radiohead

the image of

children laughing

a family playing

on a summer day

in a sun-faded

home movie

viewed decades

and decades later

in a darkened room

as though the

music itself

was reaching us

from a

remotely recalled

idyllic past

the vinegary

taste of winkles

eaten with a

wooden fork

watching the

Punch and Judy

show on the beach

grit of sand

between teeth.