Iain Britton

strange alliance the movement is quick         methodical i pull off my jersey          the sun folds it neatly disciples of the man in the grey boiler suit         talk tactics              for standing on street corners shouting ‘repent ye’ graffiti at other faces         the day is hooked nose-like sniffing at cherry blossoms          the wild life of children female office workers sitting on lawns unwrapping aspects of men == around Hato Petra i count my paces this ritual never changes i take ownership of the path and wait by the carved Taiapa gate == i grab my jersey put it on /           the church creaks“Iain Britton”

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