24 karat
orange brick
like mortared bullion stacks
&
alleyway byways
night mugger dark
from end-terrace monolith loom
&
spilt oil rainbows
shining & purple & magic
cupped in the pebbled concrete
out !
out in the golden hour
before he knew its name
~
hand-me-down low-tops
stash of fruit pastilles
oscar mike
on a bike
after tea
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