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2013, 6*, Carol, eyes, hands, hospital, Leicester, love, red, shops, smell, streets, UB40, walking
seven floors up
with irritated eyes
I smelt the neck
of a walk home
and the hibiscrub
of a day’s work
on the wards
we walked the streets of redbrick and
polished-brick highlight
to the cornershop hand in hand
the quest:
a slim bar of Bournville dark
to share
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
C & love wormhole: Saturday
eyes wormhole: new garden
hands wormhole: stranger
Leicester wormhole: possible
red wormhole: red / red / air
shops wormhole: dropped ’till you’ve shopped
smell wormhole: ‘a walk up the path …’
streets wormhole: indignantly
walking wormhole: street
this is sublime…doesn’t need the postscript one bit… it stands on its own legs, strongly
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Nice poem! I like ‘I smelt the neck of a walk home’!
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yep; I couldn’t get enough of it
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