scene-
long shadows
in a
winter alley
daytime
licks
at
the
bins
there-
the ghost of Was
meets
the spectre of Could
scene-
discarded toys
sunfucked plastic
tire ruts
knots of weed
there-
they file cliches
in
the
ruins of a childs fort
scene-
night now
weak stars
rip torn cloud
there-
filing finished
they
count
the
moon
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