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Donall Dempsey
Poems
Mar 2019
THURSDAY MARKET
THURSDAY MARKET
Motorway sign says:
"THIS SIGN IS NOT WORKING."
Sign coming into town says{
"THURSDAY MARKET."
Reality appears to be
broken.
And there they all are
long forgotten Thursdays
that nobody wants
no more.
So many used Thursdays to
choose from.
A much used Thursday
from 1963.
A forlorn Thursday
from 1863.
Thursdays come and
gone.
No one will want a Thursday
their dog died
or the wife
left them
or the Wi-fi
went off.
Rainy Thursdays
that nobody wanted
even as they were
happening.
But there's a big rush on
the Thursday to come.
Everyone wants to have
one.
We leave the Thursday
market
with the next Thursday
in the bag so to speak.
It's up to us
to make a good go of it.
It ticks away.
Time tickles.
Motorway sign says:
"THIS SIGN NOT WORKING."
Written by
Donall Dempsey
Guildford
(Guildford)
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