Black Pug Books was closed -
I'd be unable to buy a foxed Sax Rohmer -
I looked through the window -
I saw the sleeping Everymans, the jolly Angela Brazils -
I'd miss browsing here this morning -
Finding, perhaps, a faded Hemingway -
Soft rain fell on the quiet town -
No pensioner waited for Bridget's chair -
There were remembrance poppies in the Minster -
I adjusted my scarf -
It was almost noon -
Monday 9 November 2020
Wimborne
Dorset
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