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BikeWe’re reeling, thundering, flying. / We’re racing down the hill. / We’re sweeping along the pavement.

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PubStatic radio click and a skitting bird, / stench of cigarettes and stale beer / salt and vinegar or dry roasted?

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The ReceptionistThere’s plenty of flesh on her finger, / sagging, loose, folded , / crumpled at the knuckle.

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HedgerowThere are crackles and scratches woven here; / bridges and highways where little things run. / Over tangles of brambles and berries

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KiteThe pull is strong, / heavy. The dense weight / of a kite tugging at its string.

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Wall FlowerBrick-dust tumbles / with last reach for light, / choked leaves gasping for air.

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BatsMe and dad used to watch bats; / lie on the grass in the gap / between the house and hedge.

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CardiganI remember that grey battered thing / when the wool was tight and clean, / chosen just for her I thought and laughed

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BatsMe and Dad used to watch bats / lying on the grass in the gap / between the house and hedge.

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BathPull the cord. / Click click. / Plunge into night.

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