Local shopkeepers step onto the pavement to ring out curtains.
A lady with a tattoo of a needlegun
sweeps water from the bookmaker's door in thin sheets.
In the pet shop, all the fish are gone.
Kids run down moist streets
trying car doors. One in twenty
releases a jackpot of stagnant water,
cigarette packets, sodden particles of old Googlemaps directions
to Barnstaple, a Britpop mixtape.
Wispy clouds hustle by with their hands in their pockets.
Crows pluck live ragworms from treetops.
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