Today the sour faces coming out of front doors of those who must go to work the pinched looks of those shuffling with shopping trolleys; those who must buy groceries Look at Grey Mullet laid on ice at the fishmonger’s Look at whole others who smile weakly and wave that magazine for the homeless/unemployed outside where I buy stamps Broadest of coffee smiles - another a flaky-rimmed pasteis de nata - time, thanks Yeah, yeah he growls today and shakes his whole self on that concrete pavement rousing the pigeons, in the rose bed, who then flap at the petals and the thorns and leaves, but they are smaller and less interesting like the work-faces folded away in drawers or the pure bliss of 59p to buy soya milk for seven days of breakfast joy a coffee smile and through a window, a fishmonger’s whole plaice on ice
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