out of
the wet over-pink cagoule
and the birch-patterned coat
under the tired face peering
back down at every chair leg
with downturned-mouth concentration is there
any poetry to be extracted here
or am I just looking at the wrong things
at the wrong time?
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birch wormhole: Jon
looking wormhole: in the / Citadel / Park / a leaf / new / ly fell
mouth wormhole: to allow / passage
pink wormhole: municipal garden
poetry wormhole: … swap round
writing wormhole: facing the crime section
mlewisredford 