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May 2017

Cigarette butts
piling up
outside the building.

Pistachio nut shells
look like empty ammo cases
amongst the nicotine detritus.

On paving slabs
next to the kerb
where diving bombing pigeons,

fly away
with cigarettes in their beaks,
still smoking.

The birds
blow smoke rings and fly
from view

and you think you can hear
coughing so you look up
to see.
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