Thursday, 5 June 2014

Shopping at Waitrose ...


Each morning, I walk to Waitrose - my dad wakes up very early, remembering perhaps, when he was on The Duke of York jumping out of his hammock, wiry and full of dreams - 

I'm getting familiar now, with the sights of Havant High Street - 

There's McDonalds, there are the boarded up shops, there's Boots - 

Portly gaffers pass me on their mobility scooters - young mums smoke outside Costas - 

At last, I'm in Waitrose, buying Aunt Bessie's finest cod in breadcrumbs and oven ready chips - 

It seems that I've been here a long time - 

10.15
June 5 2014

Havant



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