This afternoon, I felt the paleness of my skin -
My clothes were covering a body made of smoke -
I saw a young black woman walking down South Street -
She had wild beautiful hair -
Before her gaze the small shops became gorgeous palaces -
The gentle town became a breathless garden -
Flowers spread their petals under a midnight sky -
The moon hung like a promised fruit amongst burning stars -
15.00
Wednesday 4 October 2017
South Street
Wareham
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