A week late with the first, a day early with the second - maybe this time?
Jim
Snapshot 3
Wallasey 12 noon
- 28th August 2001
someone is cooking fish
I hate the smell
it must be a barbecue
I can hear them
shouting in whispers
the dog stained grass
struggles to recover
I don't think I can stay here
the smell will ruin my lunch
"here" is the patio
"here" is my back-garden
here trees block neighbours views
mitigate the sunlight
turn the suntrap of the brochure
to a dappled inconsistency
I watch as a bird eats
from the feeder
hanging from the shed gutter
in the next garden
the fish burns
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