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Cafe Stripped




Cafe Stripped


The trees

that can't be seen

dot the road pre-loved

before visions

of excision

routed them


room for new movement

across lost places

felt under

with dog-head tilt

and sniff, the wet tar

following rain throbs upwards,

a strange reminder of life


verged boxes nurse little ones green

like babies

snagged in the rushes

held in the grip

of a serpent, seemingly benign

but only sleeping.

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