dawns an
ambiguous colour
like a dishrag
hanging in front
of a
three bar fire
it touches
a long black
night away
in the street
someone
in their
dressing gown
rushes clutching
thick mail
and
someone rolls
a heavy suitcase
baby-thudding
over orange
block-paving
and
others wear
white earphones
and tug
at zips
on hooded coats
and rummage
in shoulder-slung bags
i'm blowing smoke
out an open window
second story
smoke-free rental
no
one
looks
up
a wagon suitcase from designformankind
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