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Poverty brown adrift


Tides of silk
shot with gold
the shimmer
of jogging lycra,

glamour not his smell.
Between
double thick
waffles sweating

he weaves a walk.
Notice this:
further from the silks
and not near children.

Brown sees himself
washed out by cleaners
who spray his trace
from under them.




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