British Aisles

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Among slow movers in Waitrose – who have all the time in the world to hunt and gather tea time’s treat to eat under sheltered rooflines – there is a muttered dignity in aisles These retirees place select items in shallow trolleys as they stop-go Unhurried in their emeritus ways In its cafĂ© even us...


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Outside Argos – Lewes on a Sunday

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Dad balanced a slab of a cardboard box on his head Like they do in Africa his kid said after being told not to bounce the ball at which point their shine of buying was in a shaded place And both dropped into a self-aware two step home Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to...


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