BURN!

Collection of "Short" poems.

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7. Night Air

Arms fold into winter coats outside on cheltenham road.

As the pubs and late night cafes empty out.

 

Closed signs go up along the road.

 

The night chatter is too loud. In the cold winter air of night.

As people fall about on the street;

in laughter, in fun, in fairwell.

In alcohol steeped regard.

 

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