shower gel smell
& bbq smoke
summer / people are coming
the pavement holds on
to the days infra red
& neighbours
overlong
goodbye
shouting
taints
my
pre-dusk reverie
~
smell of hot metal
oven been on for hours
that was sunday at nans
laughter & a chair short
clock chimes church bell tune
on the mantlepiece tile
for one hundred years
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