The lick of a leaf fallen
Drustle under trees,
Stomach-churning splats
Of shall not be swallowed
Ramadan spit
Stuck to the underside of tissues
From the last bad cold bout,
Take-away box gifts for rats,
Mice, flies, pigeons peck at party puke
Pebble-dashed around the pubs,
Sodden cardboard cartons, bones,
Butt-ends, can flats, fag packets,
Fireworks, beer bottle, smashed
Hubcap, mattress, toothbrush, teabag,
Trampled paper plastic gutter poppy,
And still the stone speckled
Pavement sparkles in soft,
Stunning Autumn sun.
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