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man in the shopping centre car park
stands trustingly
behind my car
and folds a sheet
of paper into eighths
in a cross wind
that blows Monk’s
sharp-angled chords
clear across the bitumen to
exotic palms which sway
as I write
as he folds now into sixteenths
as time tocks by on a seagull’s wing
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Its format won't stand up to the transport, but what the hell.
Andrew
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