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Albert Dock

1
The harbour is aware of our presence.

Blue paintings lock fingers;
bowls of cereal swim in apple juice;
digital mist, active as a switchboard.

2
The cabbie spoke only in squirrel.
At the lights, I offered him a nut
& he cradled it with such tenderness.

Then a uniform cut me from the car.

 



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