Poem #2,752 | Sign-written in

P&A Leach –
Local fish caught
by our own family –
high lines
writ
[flaking paint] –
below it a
hip
[too-quiet] clothes shop –
I
sit in a four-quid coffee house –
a dull establishment –
wearing-
offs do not complete their run
against time’s rule –
lead layer
of memories & fishing families
[perhaps not] –
a bitterness
[as
sipped] is as expensive as fish –
we don’t shop as well as once