And a sudden irrestible urge possessed my right shoulder my right foot first slowly then with intent pressed forward and then I was looking up the street the pub horse-cart a single carriage away from her high hat on head I strode away. and that was that
But in those days no one would have said 'whatever' so... I was looking up the street there the rare corner pub from an era past, away from her chin high as always I strode away. and that was that
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Posted: Sep 2020
About this poem:
In part from a photo of a street corner with early cars from a century ago
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