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Wednesday, July 17, 2013

old boots


Amid an

otherwise
pedestrian
day a small
iambic
metaphor,
as though
a sentry's
attention
had wandered,
as if a
gardener'd
given up
shallots and
gone down the
pub for a
pint or three,
stood beside
a lamp post
beside an
allotment
a pair of
unoccupied
old worn black
workingmen's
boots.  
Posted by Paul Bagshaw at 5:22 pm No comments:
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