Maitland Mall...
A country dirge
from beard of grey -
breathless - bare -
pass by and pay...
Almost summer -
arms and legs -
backs and shoulders -
faces - necks...
Markets flutter
under tents -
canvas flaps
on hot cement...
Seats and tables
filled with talk -
miss-matched fashions
strangely walk...
Discounts offered
as a trick -
to get the shoppers
inside - quick...
Joy Weare,
25th November, 2010.
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