The Car Park
Author: Billy Campbell
Hustled by wind, the rustling Oak sends
Autumn leaves click click-flicking across tarmac.
Tumbling, dry as old manuscripts on a shelf.
Stately galleons cross the tall sky.
Crows and Gulls squabble over take-away.
An angry Coke can rattles, end-over-end.
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