A young bearded god bought me my cappuccino -
I listened to gentle eighties pop -
The sad town was almost beautiful in the gathering dark -
Earlier, I'd tried on a pork pie hat -
I bought a jumper of Merino wool -
A beggar sang his song in Falkland Square -
Amazons sold I phones -
Pensioners on mobility scooters waited for the train to pass -
The man selling flowers packed away his lurid blooms -
This was Theresa's England -
All the numbers here were wrong -
15.30
Sunday 28 October 2018
Falkland Square
Poole
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