poem

steps tae a thought frown the blind eyes
crawled the floor the trip a cookie herb
close sounds of the buzzer tae the flat

a chap a door the veranda outside the tennament
the pitch fit the time a scheme some wine

invisible boundre walked memorised from need
just a young boy a N.E.D with art just a seed

[my words lee smillie]

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