The bin lorry had been.
I picked up a fragment
of our neighbours lives,
litter they must have scrapped.
We do not know them.
They're always moving on.
Urban Bedouin,
with a thousand and one
domestic tales untold.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 11:28 AM UTC
The bin lorry had been.
I picked up a fragment
of our neighbours lives,
litter they must have scrapped.
We do not know them.
They're always moving on.
Urban Bedouin,
with a thousand and one
domestic tales untold.