The rain gone, the snow.
But not the hooded boy slapping
an empty warehouse wall
nor the two secretaries dragging
quick fags on their breaks
looking down the long lens
at an arm's length day.
Welford Rd, Leicester, about noon.
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David Bircumshaw
Website and A Chide's Alphabet http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/
The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html
Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk
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