(from Greenfields)
At the front of the top deck we're some kind of couple.
Through the smear a harmonica's bad teeth smile on a shelter's roof. A woman leans to keep her Alsatian. All solicitors keep cactuses in teapots.
No, lean your way. Touch my sleeve if you see anything I miss.
All texts unless otherwise stated © Richard Price
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